[When she feels Lyla relax there is the faintest of smiles falling over the woman's lips. Tara knew that Lyla should have been taught how to use a gun long before this moment but, with the way shit kept piling up around the club there hadn't been time.]
Alright, just gently squeeze the trigger.
[Her gaze falls over Lyla's shoulder and onto the target hanging several feet from them.]
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Alright, just gently squeeze the trigger.
[Her gaze falls over Lyla's shoulder and onto the target hanging several feet from them.]