"The good news is that you've got the basics down fine. Aim, coordination. I think you just need practice."

Then, without any preamble, Triela drew her pistol, kicked the door open, and stepped inside shooting. There was a rhythm to her movements: two shots, two steps, two shots, two steps. If two targets were close enough together she'd take shots at both of them before moving, but other than that it was a fairly simple pattern.

"Clear!" she called out of habit as she let herself relax after the last shot.