How Many Times?

David snapped off a shot before there was even time to think. The projectile flew true, striking the man in the chest, throwing him backwards.

"Again." David said.

Joe rolled to his feet. "Come on boss. Don't you think you have it down. I mean I have never known anybody that can do what you do. Who taught you after all? My father first taught me, but he never would have thought I would come this far. How many more times are you going to shoot me?"

"As many times as it takes."

"To do what."

To feel it."

"Why."

"Instinct is stronger than upbringing."


(kind of lame, but writers block is vexing me again. It seems I get a few good ones out and then it strikes again.)