Lee had now been training with weapons for five days, and each day Dom seemed to work her a little harder. She'd almost wished she were still on the streets...

"No," she whispered to herself, shaking the thoughts from her head. Dom had done her a favor. He took her in, fed her, clothed her, and took her under his wing. He was even training her to live on the streets so she didn't get killed... or run over. Lee painted a faint smile on her face, trying to convince herself - along with the rest of the world - that she was happy and grateful.

She sat herself down on the couch in the living area and grabbed the remote for the television. She was dead tired and knew that she should probably go to bed and get as much sleep as possible, but she hadn't watched much TV since she got there. In the kitchen she could hear Dom talking on his box-shaped cell phone. She could hear him laughing and talking away, as if he was talking to an old friend.

"Yeah... hey Tom I got a shipment comin' in on Friday, you can drop by and take what you need," she heard him say.

Tom. She figured it must've been the Tommy - something - guy he'd been telling her about her first day there. She also figured the "shipment" he was talking about was going to be the one she would be attending. She inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly in an attempt to calm her now raging nerves, thinking about what she might have to face on Friday.

Finally she decided to direct her attention to the flashing television, feeling guilty for eavesdropping on Dom's conversation. Soon after, Dom came into the room and sat beside her on the sofa, silent for only a moment.

"I've got a business meeting on Friday, Lee. You're coming with me, you alright about that?"

"Sure, why not," Lee agreed, doubting she had a choice in the matter anyway.

Dom wasn't very pleased at her nonchelant dimeanor but was pleased that she at least cooperated.

"Good," he replied, patting her knee. Lee just looked down at his hand, frowning. Dom noticed this, but ignored it. "On Friday I want you up and ready by noon." Lee looked at him.

"Noon? You're not waiting until nighttime?"

"I am, but it's best you prepare yourself early. Your stomach will be in knots all day and I don't want your nerves to get the best of our business," he replied, sounding appropriately professional and impersonal, never looking directly at Lee. This, of course, did nothing to soothe Lee, but she knew he was right. She couldn't have him getting killed or losing business because she vomited on the dealer's expensive Italian shoes.

"Alright, I'll be ready."

"Good," he replied simply and left the room, leaving Lee and her nerves to boil in peace.

Soon after her talk with Dom, she wasn't much in the mood to watch television. All that was on that night was news and some corny new sitcom premier anyway, so she decided to go upstairs and write in her journal until she fell asleep.

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The next morning she awoke to yelling downstairs, probably directly below her. It sounded like Dom was reprimanding Marty for something, as usual. She almost hated how he mistreated Marty, and how Marty just let him do it. Then again, she also knew that if Marty had back talked Dom he would kill him in a second. "Decorative men," as Marty put it, come a-dime-a-dozen, so it was probably best that way anyway.

Lee decided it best to push these thoughts away and get on with her sleep, so she turned over and tried to drift herself back off to sleep.

Lee had a rough night, even though she fell asleep quickly. She secretly figured her talk with Dom was a major part of it.

She glanced lazily at the clock as she turned over, not realizing before that it was well after noon. As soon as her sleepy eyes and exhaust-drowned mind realized what time it was, she jumped out of bed and hurriedly grabbed her robe, preparing to run downstairs and apologize adamantly to Dom for sleeping in so late. As she reached for the door, though, it came flying open, nearly knocking her down. When she caught her balance she looked up to see Dom standing there, his face reeking of anger and annoyance.

"What the hell is this, huh?! You know you're supposed to be up by noon, now we're running late." Dom stopped for a moment, realizing he was scaring Lee. "Get the hell dressed, we have shit to do," he finished and stomped away. Lee just stood and stared for a moment, trying to take it all in. Her mind never quite worked right when she just woke up.

As soon as her mind comprehended what had just happened, she dressed and greeted Dom downstairs. He just stared down at her angrily and guided her out the door. Lee didn't bother asking where they were going, just followed obediently and ducked into the passenger side of his red Cheetah.

They drove silently for what seemed like forever. It was nearly an hour's drive, and neither spoke the whole distance. Lee's attention shifted back and forth between watching the unfamiliar city fly past her, and watching Dom concentrate intently on the road before them. Soon they began to slow and the car finally stopped in front of a long block of buildings. Lee got out of the car with Dom and looked up at the sign on the building.

"Ammu-Nation. Kind of catchy. Oh God, an ammo store. More training." Lee thought to herself. She followed Dom inside and watched as he picked up a revolver and nodded toward the clerk. The clerk grinned and Dom took Lee into the back where the shooting range was. The room was devoid of people and by Lee's estimation, was inappropriately quiet for a shooting range. Soon after she realized they weren't as alone as she figured, as the echoed booms of gunfire went off in a room even further back than the one she was standing in. Dom broke her attention by waving his hand in her face. As soon as she looked at him, he handed her a set of earphones and a pair of goggles. Lee frowned.

"Don't want you to shoot an eye out," Dom stated, amused at her frown. He laughed and turned her toward the target area. "Try to go more for accuracy than point score this time around, and one simple rule: don't shoot if you can't hit the target. No sense in wasting valuable ammo." Lee nodded and aimed her gun, going through the same steps she had in Dom's basement, but this time shooting a spare to make sure everything was working right. Dom went over to the other side of the room, hitting the switch that began the target practice.

Lee began shooting, randomly at first, not quite adjusting to the movement of the revolver as it fired yet. She could still hear Dom yelling her instructions to her, but ignored him for the most part since she felt secure in knowing what she was doing.

"I said go more for accuracy!" he yelled as she fired in what appeared to Dom as randomly. Soon he found himself watching target after target being completely wiped out in seconds and his jaw dropped.

"Why am I so surprised?" he asked himself, recalling the past two weeks of shock she had given him. He finally closed his mouth and straightened himself out before Lee could see him, noticing the target practice was nearly over. As soon as she finished, Lee looked back at Dom, his expression not as surprised as he had grown used to her skill.

"How's that?" she smiled. Dom smiled back and crossed his arms, pleased.

"Perfect."