129 Chapter 129

Remi was skipping ahead as Anton and Roman led Poppy into the gun range an hour from the city. Whistling to her herself she was giddy as a schoolgirl as she headed to the door.

"I thought you were sick of shooting, Remi," Anton yelled to her with a laugh.

"No, I said I don't like hurting people. I love blowing up shit. I think I'll go to the big range and shoot something big."

Roman let out a breath of annoyance. His sister never took time to target shoot for safety. No, she was always going to the outdoor range to blow up stuff like old cars and pumpkins with as big as artillery as the gun range would allow her.

"Is she always like this?" Poppy giggled watching Remi spin in circles in the range's driveway.

"Always. This is the real Remi. Annoying, loud, and has more energy than any human should have. It's like having an annoying Chihuahua for a sister who keeps yapping all the time at passing cars."