Leon stood at the shooting range, his stance relaxed but his focus razor-sharp. With a steady hand, he raised the pistol and fired, each shot ringing out with practiced precision. Barrels splintered into satisfying bursts, and wooden pirate targets toppled one by one. He paused only briefly between shots, his eyes narrowing as he tracked the next target.

“Too easy,” he muttered under his breath, the corner of his mouth quirking in a faint smirk. Even here, in a rare moment of calm, he moved with the same efficiency and control that had kept him alive in far deadlier situations. As the last target fell, he glanced over his shoulder with a touch of dry humor in his voice. “Hope you’re taking notes.”