Ethan observed that this situation was just a normal Monday for Irina with how calm she seemed.
He hadn't seen her flinch once even with all the bullets whizzing past them or even while she watched her men fall.
Him, on the other hand, was currently experiencing a seemingly unending ringing in his ears.
His sessions in virtual shooting games had been few and far between, so was his time in the range, plus those were toned down versions of what he was currently experiencing.
Ethan ducked lower behind the thick mahogany table, the sharp scent of gunpowder burning his nose as another burst of gunfire tore into the bulkhead.
This caused splinters to rain down and bounce off his shoulders.
Across from him, Irina calmly reloaded her sidearm, her expression no different from someone waiting for room service.
"You do this often?" Ethan muttered, half to distract himself from the pounding in his head.
Irina's lips curved into the faintest smile. "More than you'd think."
