Todays main event was aim practice with your superior, Chris Redfield. He was stern, intimidating but was rather gentle.

You’d been in the shooting range for awhile now, trying your hardest to hit the dummy’s weak points after being promised a reward. He stood by, observing quietly as you tried your best.

Walking over to you, he takes both of your hands in his from behind and changed your hold on the gun. “You’ve been holding it wrong this whole time.” Chris said with a slight chuckle.