Post Case Crisis [IV]

**ANTONY SANTOS**.

"Why are you calling me? Where are we?"

Michael flipped the switch. The entire hall lit up, the lightning making a particular noise in each section.

"Where do you think?"

He nudged forward.

"Well, it's a shooting range. That answers the latter question. The former?"

He reached into one of the sections, picking two revolvers.

One for me and one for him.

"What are we doing?"

"What are we doing Antony ? We are letting out all our anger and frustration on that unsuspecting dummy."

He aimed the gun at the practice object.

"Why?"

"Why? That's because if you shoot this dummy, no one will hold you responsible but if you shoot or beat Ethan, you will get into trouble."

He shoved the gun in my chest, I threw my hair to my back, facing the object.

"What's your gain in this? There's no way you're doing it for the fun of it, there's another motive, so what is it for you?"

I took the safety off, aiming carefully.

"We