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        <strong>SHDYCF2 Chapter 6: A Wolf in a Suit</strong>CHAPTER SIX<br />A Wolf in a Suit<br />For the next week Sylvie was in and out of the shooting range. She continued to astonish and amaze with her ability to hit any target she wanted, regardless of whether or not she could see it. Some dubbed her the new &quot;Annie Oakley&quot;, and her times at the range were often crowded as people came to see her shoot her rifle. Albert had capitalized on the situation, promising her free ammunition if she came between the hours of two and three in the afternoon. All the while he charged people for the privilege of seeing her shoot, and extra for talking with her. He had even convinced her to do a few lessons for a fee. Sylvie was a little uncomfortable with the notion, but agreed to give it a try. Today would be her first lesson and she was terrified.<br />She walked up to the admissions booth for the range and smiled at the girl with braces who waved her past with no comment. There was already a huge line that stretched clear to the parking lot. Sylvie had bee</q></span></a></span><!-- ^TTT --><!-- TTT$ --></span><br /><br />Prev:<br />&nbsp;<span class="shadow-holder" data-embed-type="deviation" data-embed-id="647612461" data-embed-format="thumb"><span class="shadow mild" ><a href="https://snore23.deviantart.com/art/Chapter-4-A-Hidden-Past-647612461" class="thumb lit" onmouseover="if (window.LitBox) LitBox.hover(this, true)" onmouseout="if (window.LitBox) LitBox.out(this)"><i></i><img class="lit" src="https://st.deviantart.net/minish/main/defaulttag2.png"><span class="wrap" style="width: 150px"><q>
        <strong>Chapter 4: A Hidden Past</strong>A Hidden Past<br />Sylvie went to see Taryn early in the morning. Despite the chilly morning, she was modestly dressed in her favorite T-shirt that depicted her favorite American soccer team. Over that she had on a hoodie with the hood pulled up. People smiled and waved at her as she walked by, a few even raised a shout. Sylvie acknowledged them all with a friendly wave and a nod of her head. She didn't feel like smiling herself, although she did put forth the effort for everyone. She was extremely glad when she turned up Taryn's drive and past her front yard.<br />She knocked at the garage and waited. There was a muffled thump, and a curse that sounded cleanly through the door. Sylvie cocked her head, listening. A moment later the automatic garage opener engaged, and the large door shuddered open. Stepping inside, Sylvie ducked her head to get under the still opening door. &quot;Taryn, I need to&#8213;&quot;&quot; Sylvie felt her cheeks flame in embarrassment. Taryn was glaring at her from the</q></span></a></span><!-- ^TTT --><!-- TTT$ --></span>