Behind the only police station in Yarnam City was a small shooting range for both public and private use. Officially advertised as a shooting club, it normally served as a place for police officers to practice, but was also open to civilians licensed to carry firearms, earning a little extra funding through membership fees and sales of practice ammunition.
At that moment, a man and a woman stood before the range's only fifteen-meter target, taking turns shooting and tallying their scores. They seemed to be competing.
Bang, bang, bang! Several shots rang out in succession, leaving a haphazard scattering of bullet holes in the distant silhouette target. Revolver in hand, Klein Moretti stared in disbelief at the score.
His colleague Angel Granger, who had joined the Antiquities Search and Protection Company at the same time as him, had never scored so poorly!
"Sorry, my aim's a little off today."
Angel deftly ejected the still-steaming spent casings, set the handgun aside, and used both hands to gather the pale golden hair hanging over her chest behind her head.
The movement caused her little cream-colored jacket to slip slightly, offering glimpses of her collarbones beneath the neckline of her blouse. As she twisted at the waist, her tight light-gray skirt stretched over the smooth curves of her waist and hips. Standing beside her, Klein stared blankly at that hourglass silhouette.
With difficulty, he tore his gaze away and quickly calculated their scores in his head. To his surprise, as long as he performed normally and landed all six of his final shots on the target, he would win today's match!
And that meant Klein would choose tonight's dinner, while Angel would take care of it.
*I've had to take care of it every time before, and Angel always orders those elaborate dishes