บท 156: Are you Aira? [1/2]

Although I was at the shooting range, I didn't go in. I didn't go to my old hangout even though I was in Phoenix. Bothering Earl with my problems so early in the morning just didn't feel right to me. 

The range I went to was the Ben Avery Shooting Range, one of the best if you wanted to just shoot without being bothered. While other ranges had a friendly range master and range safety officers as standard, some were just plain assholes.

I am sure some newbies would appreciate the supervision, but for experienced shooters, busy bodies were something we hated more than social media whores at the ranges. 

It was around 8 a.m. on a Wednesday, so the crowd should be much smaller.

While I asked my {Fates} to think about how to fulfill my wishes, they had not yet moved. Which was a good thing because the last time they worked on my {Kismet}, I fell to the ground in pain.