1:30pm. The gym only had one occupant, Jenni. She wore a white tank top, black shorts, and blue sneakers. She was practicing some moves on a punching bag. She wasn't covered in sweat nor did she appear tired. With every blow she landed, visions flashed before her eyes. Two men landing blows on each other. A pistol rested on the ground near them. The two quarreled viciously, biting, punching, choking, scratching, but why? Why were they fighting? Who were these men? One man knocked the other to the ground. He rolled over and grabbed his gun. He aimed up at his opponent and…BANG!

Jenni snapped out of her trance and fell to the ground. She glared at the punching bag as if it were an actual enemy. Her ear twitched as she heard faint footsteps behind her. She reached into her shorts' pockets and pulled out her Beretta and spun around. It was Mordecai. He had his own gun pulled out and pointed at Graves. "Mr. Heller." Jenni greeted him. "Ms. Graves." Both lowered their weapons slowly. "Do you usually get so dressed up to go to a gym?" Jenni asked. "Do you usually risk exposure by going to a gym?" Heller asked sarcastically.

Jenni rolled her eyes, "Sir, I know you see me as a newbie, but I am no stranger to our business. Besides, you're only trouble if you're caught and I've never been caught." Mordecai narrowed his eyes, "Is that so? Never once had any altercations with the feds out of your 120 jobs?" Jenni shook her head, "I know how to cover my tracks." She leapt onto a rope tied to the ceiling and started climbing. She reached the railing and jumped onto it. "So, tell me, how did you get into Marigold?" Heller sighed, "I used to work for Lackadaisy.

When the head of the establishment, Atlas May died, I was hired on to Marigold as a triggerman." "Interesting." "Not really." Jenni stretched her back, "You know, everyone keeps saying I should be afraid of you." "There are reasons for that." Heller replied, adjusting his glasses. "Well, I'm not afraid of you and I don't think you're afraid of me." "Your right Ms. Graves, I'm not afraid of you." Heller growled. "No reason why you should be." Jenni said wrapping her tail on the railings and hanging upside down. "How are you doing that?" Heller asked. "My tail." "Well, obviously your tail but…"

"Oh, just practice. My uncle was in the military, and he was trained to do this. I thought it was amusing so I got him to teach me. Why? Is this making you nervous?" "No." Jenni smirked at the tuxedo cat and swung herself into the air, doing a few front flips, and landing on the comfy blue mat.
Mordecai looked somewhat shocked, "Impressive. Did your uncle teach you that too?" "No. I taught myself that. I was 13 when I first started acrobatics. It's a useful skill." "I see. But it's going to take more than a few fancy moves to impress me." Heller stated, "You need to show me you can shoot, fight, and most importantly, are worthy of my trust. And you have not demonstrated you are."

Jenni glared at her mentor, "Is that why you're stalking me? Because I'm not trustworthy enough?" "Stalking. Observing. Watching. Call it what you desire but yes. If that's an issue, you can always just leave." Heller growled. Jenni glanced at her gun and placed her finger on the trigger but quickly slid it off, "I'm not going to leave. You can pull any intimidation tactic you want on me, but it won't work. Not on me. I've spent my entire childhood fearing people like you. Never again." Jenni grabbed her suit and put it on, "See you at the gun range Mr. Heller. I look forward to showing you, my marksmanship."

Jenni moved swiftly to the door and left without another word. She walked down the street to the hotel. She went up to her room and splashed water on her face. She also took a shower before lying down on her bed. She reached into her dresser and pulled out her necklace and a picture of a group of black-footed cats. Two adults, one teen, and a little girl. The father was holding the little girl and hugging her as the girl laughed and hugged him. Jenni smiled and kissed the photo.