The dreams were intense. Cavennaugh had called her the night after they had returned from the Bighorn ship. What he had described to her on the phone was identical to the dream, or more so nightmare, that she had, too. She had gotten up to get something to drink from her fridge when Gunneson appeared out of nowhere. He attacked her but she fought back and eventually knocked him over the head with a shovel. When Cavennaugh's men came and tried to recover his body, he was gone. Vanished into thin air. This scared her more than anything. How was she supposed to stay in her house after the attack, she thought to herself?

She didn't have time to worry, though, she had a job to do and the entire population relied on her.

Cavennaugh spotted her in the break room. She looked up at him and smiled as she stood up from her seat.

"Here, keep it." He pulled one of his guns out of the holster and handed it to her.

"Don't you need it?" She asked.

"I carry two." Of course he did, she was surprised he didn't have more than that on him.

She scoffed, "You gave me the girl gun."

"A revolver is more reliable,' he grabbed the gun back from her, demonstrating its ease of use, 'It won't jam like an automatic. When we have time I'll take you to the range."

"I shot Gunneson 4 times and it didn't even slow him down."

"Yeah, well after what happened on that ship, I've had all the ordinances switched to explosives… it should cause a lot of more damage. Now I want you to aim for the ten spot, the heart. Okay? If your aim was better, you could have put him down for good." He looked at her intensely.

"My aim was good enough to save your life." She smirked.

"It's not mine I'm worried about" He walked off. She sighed. She appreciated the fact that he was so worried about everyone else, but who worried about him?

She spotted him from down the hallway, walking towards her.

"Hey. Are you free tonight after work?" He asked her. He didn't waste any time.

"Yeah, what's up?"

"Well… I was going to see if you'd be up for those shooting lessons I mentioned earlier. I figure the sooner you learn to shoot, the better."

"Sure. That would be great. I'll meet you here at say, 7?"

"Perfect. I'll see you then." He left, leaving her smiling. She would feel a whole lot safer if she knew how to shoot a gun properly.

Molly came out of the elevator and made her way to the range on the 5th floor. She opened the door and made her way inside. Cavennaugh was already there, setting up a few different handguns and lining them up for her. He turned around and saw her.

"You ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be." She was looking forward to this.

He stood up right behind her. He seemed to have no issue invading her personal space at all.

"Okay. First thing, you want to make sure you're as relaxed as possible. As soon as you tense up, the recoil is going to be more intense." He placed his hands on her shoulders and she relaxed. He moved one hand to her waist, slightly turning her body so that her right foot was in front. She could smell his warm musky scent when he was this close to her. It was driving her crazy. Makes it hard to relax when you're pressed right up against me, she thought to herself.

She nodded, acknowledging what he said.

"Can I shoot something now?" She asked, turning her head slightly toward him. He removed his hands from her, giving her some space to adjust her stance and get comfortable.

"Okay. When you're ready, pull the trigger." He instructed. They both pulled their earmuffs on.

She pulled on the trigger and the bullet shot through the air, hitting the target. She smiled, feeling proud of herself. Cavennaugh nodded, impressed with her aim. She did have a pretty good aim for someone that had barely any firearm training.

"Not bad…not bad at all. Now try looking down the top of the barrel." He pointed to where she was to be looking down on the gun and she squinted, lining up her next shot.

She nodded as he stayed closer to her this time. He rested one his left hand on her hip, keeping her steady. She shivered slightly under his touch. Luckily, he didn't seem to notice. She thought him distracting her would put her off but this time she hit closer to the bull's eye.

He stayed close, helping her to reload the guns. He showed her a few other guns while they were there so she would feel comfortable if she ever needed to use something different for whatever reason.

The next couple of hours seemed to fly.

"I think you're almost better than some of my guys." Cavennaugh said.

"What can I say? I'm a natural." She said coolly, stepping back.

He laughed and then grabbed one of the gun's. Molly folded her arms over her chest as she watched. He shot the gun 5 times, hitting the bullseye 4 out of 5 times. He was good. Very good. He pulled his ear protection off his head and turned to her.

"Not bad…" She commented.

He grabbed the empty guns, handing her a few to carry back to the safe.

"You think I'm ready for the field yet?" She joked.

"As long as I'm there to back you up, sure." He said, leading her out with his hand on her lower back as always.