Anna bounced up and down, grinning at everything in sight. The only thing holding her back was Booker, not that either of them were complaining. "What should we do first? Should we get some popcorn, or go on the ferris wheel?" She asked. "Or should we get soda and try one of those shooting games?" He thought it over, but Anna was too impatient to hear his response. "Ooh! The shooting game is right here! Let's play!" She dragged her father by his jacket towards the booth.
"Here for a game sir?" The man behind the counter enquired. He bowed forward with one of his hands gripping the lapel of his tan jacket, smiling at them both.
The female standing beside him stood with her hands clasped in front of her. "It would be a great oppertunity to win your daughter a prize."
Booker squinted, eyes darting between the two. "You two." The attendants stood in place. "What are you doing here?"
"Good sir, we have no idea what you're talking about." The man's smile grew. "Are you going to-"
"-play the game, or not?" The female brushed her large red curl behind her ear, finishing her brother's sentence.
"That was my line." He pouted.
"Was not." She turned her nose away from her counterpart.
Booker glanced down at his daughter's confused face and sighed. "How much?"
"Five dollars a round." The man said, glaring over to make sure he would be able to speak without being interrupted. "With six bullets in a round."
"If you shoot all six targets, you'll win a prize." She finished. "Care for a game?"
"See anything you like, sweetie?"
"Hm... The bear. The red one."
Booker coughed up the money and handed it over, picking up the rifle and waiting for the game to begin.
"Missed." The lady commented. Booker shrugged it off and fired again.
"Missed again." Said the man with somewhat of a disappointed tone. Booker rolled his eyes.
"Hm. Seems that the third time is not the charm."
"Can you stop that?" Booker paused to frown at the twins.
"Of course." The woman replied.
"By all means."
Booker fired again, hitting the target this time. "Told you." The man muttered to his twin.
By the end of the game, Booker had only successfully hit three of the targets. "Our apologies, Mr DeWitt. You're welcome to play again, if you wish." The male attendent bowed again.
"Of course, we will have to charge you for another round." The female cocked her head.
Anna looked around at all of the other attractions at the fair, seemingly distracted. "Not today." Booker crossed his arms. "Doesn't surprise me that con artists like you two wound up in the carnival business."
"We're not." Rosalind didn't appear to be offended by his remark.
"Then why are you here? Come to spy on my daughter?"
"Rest assured, Mr DeWitt, that we mean no harm." Robert stared at him.
"No harm... but you're still spying on my daughter. That don't sit well with me."
Anna tugged on Booker's jacket again, ready to leave. "I'm hungry."
