Derek slowly placed his gun down on the counter in front of him and flipped the switch on the wall. He heard the faint whirring as he removed his protective gear and placed it beside his gun.
When he looked back up, the sheet of paper was hanging from a metal clip he'd attached it to five minutes ago. He smiled when he took in the damage.
He'd never missed, but seeing the bullet holes in the center of the chest and head on that paper always lifted his mood.
Even if he hadn't been able to convince his boss that he was the best man for the Black Fox case, he could still shoot like a pro.
Derek snagged the paper from it's perch and strolled passed all of his co workers, still firing their guns. He loved the sound, it sounded like power.
Dumping it in the trash can by the door and Derek felt his grin fall from his face. The second the door shut behind him, Derek was left with silence.
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