Grant, Bex, Macey, Nick, Zach, and I all followed Mr. Solomon somewhere. To where? Well, none of us knew, well I think the guys had some part of it. They had a glint in their eyes like they knew what was going on.

"As a special request from the gentleman here, I am going to enlighten you about guns." Solomon said, heading over to an indoor target range.

"Guns, seriously?" Macey snorted. She wasn't really into the gun and weaponry part of being special operatives but Bex and I were excited. I was pretty good already but I could definitely use some practice.

"Yes Ms. McHenry, every Gallagher Girl must be efficient in over two weapons and a gun is a very important one." Solomon told her.

"Yes but we are training to be spies, not assassins." She snapped. Grant started coughing and Zach elbowed him in the gut. The three of them exchange secretive glances. Damn, they were doing that thing again; I need to find out what this shit is before something happens.

"Listen Macey, can we just get back to the training. I don't care if you don't like guns but I have a personal favorite that I would like to practice with." Bex interrupted. I chuckled; Bex did love weapons, and the more dangerous the better, though I wouldn't say guns are dangerous; they're deadly.

"Oh yeah, what's your gun?" Grant asked, obviously testing her gun knowledge.

"A 7.62 millimeter GAU-17/A rapid fire Gatling machine gun." She replied without a beat.

"Holy fuck, when have you gotten your hands on a U.S. Navy machine gun?" Grant yelped. Nick and Zach had faces that were torn between holy shit and wow, I'm impressed. I giggled.

"My parents took me to Afghanistan one summer and there was an open fire attack and my parents let me help." She said proudly.

"Bex, who are your parents with?" Nick asked curiously. We all looked at him. Did he seriously just say that?

"Dude, even I know that!" Grant said punching him in the arm.

"Okay Nick, I'm going to break it down for you. I'm British; my parents are British; we live in London. Where do you think we work?" Bex said, pronouncing every word slowly as if she was talking to a five year old.

"MI6?" He guessed.

"Obviously." Macey snapped. Nick rolled his eyes and Zach smirked.

"So Gallagher Girl, what's your favorite gun?" He asked me.

"Berretta 92FS 9 mill pistol all the way!" I replied.

"I prefer the CZ 75 9 mill pistol myself." He told me. Wow, we were both hand gun kind of people.

"Really? You like the Czech made guns better?" I asked.

"They are way better than Italian guns." He stated ignorantly. I made a face at him.

"Not true, the Berretta is one of the best made semi auto guns out there." I retorted. He was about to make one of his "Zach" comebacks, but Solomon butted in.

"Okay, before you guys end up killing each other, let me explain the rules. We're going to do a little competition here." He paused, letting the information sink in. I looked around at my future field operatives; Bex was grinning ear to ear, Grant was attempting to size Bex up by muttering random gun facts in her ear, Nick looked super determined to win this thing, Macey was checking out her cuticles, and lastly, Zach was, no surprise here, smirking.

"So, you will get 50 magazines per gun you use. Every one will be using the same type of gun for each round. The best accuracy wins." He told us.

"What's in it for us?" Macey asked, somewhat looking interested.

"Nothing big for now; the winner will get to pick the place we dine at tonight. Don't worry, we will be having more competitions throughout the whole mission." He looked at all of us, "First round, military firearms!" Nick sighed relief of this; I guess this was his specialty. I went over and grab a black automatic shotgun. I wasn't really into the military guns, but they weren't the worst. Solomon laid out 50 magazines at each shooting cage thing while we grabbed our guns. Zach chose the AK 47 Assault rifle. We put on our soundproof bullet blocking ear muffs and started. We had ten minutes to shoot all 50 rounds. I began shooting at the target…

"Times up!" Solomon screamed through a mega phone. Of course we couldn't hear him but we knew what he was saying. We took off our ear muffs while Solomon went to calculate our scores.

"Okay, and the winner is…Ms. Baxter!" He called from the front of the shooting cage near our targets. Bex yelled and through her fist in the air. She started doing her victory dance while Nick grumbled to himself about how he had that in the bag and that was his trained gun and how he should have one.

"Next round of guns will be the machine gun." He told us. Eh, I was a bit better with the machine gun, but hand gun had the best accuracy with me. I've always wanted to shoot someone point blank, but I haven't crossed that off of my bucket list of things to do yet. Yes, I have a bucket list and yes, I want to kill someone point blank.

I walked over with Zach to find a new gun. Zach chose a heavy fire machine gun while I chose the squad automatic.

"And begin." Solomon told us. I don't know how the guys use heavy machine gun, they were so inconvenient to carry and hold and ugh, those guns annoyed me.

"Hold fire!" Solomon screamed. We all put our guns back down. Man, I really need some practice.

"Winner of this is Goode!" He told us.

"Of course it was." Bex grumbled to herself. I chuckled and shook my head. Zach smiled cockily and held out his hand to Nick and Grant. I watched them pull out a wad of cash and hand it over. Zach smirked and pocketed his winnings. I guess they had a bet. My money would have been on Grant.

"And finally, the hand guns!"

"Yes!" I cried.

"Guess you have some competition Zach!" Grant yelled from across the room.

"Competition? I don't see anyone!" He replied, looking around the room. I glared at him.

"We'll just see about that!" I said indignantly, marching up to the handgun cabinet and grabbing my famed Berretta. I don't own a gun, well, I co-owned one with my dad I guess you could say. Dad, wow, I haven't shot a gun since he left…

"Okay, and begin!" Solomon yelled. I cocked my gun, loaded it, and switched it from safety to fire. I did a ten round semi auto shot and every shot was perfect. One magazine down, four to go. I killed it each time. Take that Zach Goode.

"Okay, ten minutes has gone by and the winner of the handgun shoot off is obviously Cameron Morgan." Solomon said, not even bothering to check our targets. Zach and Bex started protesting and yelling at him.

"Guys, look at her target, with a father like Mathew Morgan you will always win!" He told them. They marched up to my target and sure enough, they found one bullet hole. I bulls eyed every time.

"No competition Zach?" I asked sweetly. He just smirked and walked away.

"So who gets to pick the restaurant?" Macey asked. Ha Macey did terrible! I don't want to be mean or anything, but guns aren't her style.

"Well, since I did say best accuracy, there is a tie between Zach and Cam." He told us. Bex punched the wall in anger. She really wanted to win.

"Guess you'll have to compromise and chose a place you both want to go to." Grant told us. Like we already didn't know that.

"Why don't we go discuss and we'll let you know later!" Zach suggested, taking my hand and pulling me away from everyone else up the stairs.

"Where are we going?" I asked giggling. I don't know why, but Zach Goode is extremely sexy while shooting a hand gun. What? I'm just saying….It's my mere observation of noticing things.

"Where do you think" He asked.

"I don't know." I said, shrugging. I let him lead me somewhere up stairs and I finally got the clue. We were going to his room. Awesome.

Hey! New chapter so I hoped you like it...I know I haven't been updating for a while, but a reader asked me to update soon, so here it is! I am going to Europe next week so I won't be able to update (Sorry!) but I'm telling you, even though there hasn't been much Zammie, guess where they're heading right now? Zach's room, so it will be a good long chapter with lots of Zammie. Okay?/You better review! I'm going for over 100 right now. Laterrr putaaas ;)