[ Kate has no trouble focusing on her target. There are two bows leaned against the wall beside her lane and three quivers of arrows, all fletched in different colors. But in her hands is an Excalibur pistol, and down the end is a paper silhouette. She stands like a professional, takes aim, relaxes, and squeezes off a half-dozen shots into a neat pattern before the gun clicks empty. She ejects the clip and steps back, pulling off her safety earmuffs and letting them dangle around her neck while she searches for another. ]
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