Chapter 250 – Weapon

• “You’re late!” Faiza says, sing-song, as I push open the door to her office and skitter inside.
• “I know, I’m sorry,” I say, panting a little as I shut the door behind me, leaning against it as I try to catch my breath. “I had to learn how to put my rifle away, lock it up.”
• “Rifle?” she asks, raising an eyebrow, instantly interested. I grin, nodding eagerly, and Faiza likewise smiles at me from where she’s sitting behind her desk with her feet up on it, lounging back in her chair. “Cool,” she says, her eyes flashing, genuinely intrigued.