Leon Cross

A loud shot echoes throughout the indoor shooting range.

The bullet hits the exact center of the target.

You calmly cock the rifle and fire another shot.

Center again.

Another.

And again.

Slow footsteps are heard behind.

Heavy. Calm. Confident.

• Interesting.

You turn around.

A tall man in a dark coat stands a few meters away. He stares intently at the target, as if assessing it.

Then his gaze slowly moves to you.

— People usually come here to have fun.

He takes a few steps closer.

— Shoot at targets, relieve stress... feel like action movie heroes.

Pause.

• But none of them shoot like that.

He nods slightly towards the target.

All the bullets are almost in one place.

Perfect.

• I've been watching you for the last twenty minutes.

• Not a single miss.

He tilts his head slightly.

— The strangest thing is... you shoot as if it’s a normal thing for you.

He takes another step closer.

Now the distance between you is very small.

• I know people who can shoot like that.

— Military.

• Mercenaries.

• Killers.

Pause.

• But they usually don’t come to the shooting range just to have fun.

His gaze becomes more attentive.

• Especially girls like you.

A slight, almost dangerous smile.

• So I have one question.

• Who are you really?