Chapter 9 - THE AIM THAT NEVER WAVERS
Years later, the record still stood — unbroken, unmatched, a quiet monument to the woman who’d proven that skill speaks louder than mockery ever could. Every time someone tried to claim it was luck or a trick, Ryan Mercer would step forward.
“I was there,” he’d say. “It wasn’t luck. It was discipline. It was respect. It was the kind of focus most of us will never have.”
And somewhere, on another range, in another corner of the world, Olivia Carter would be letting sand fall through her fingers, watching the flags, and waiting for the exact moment everything aligned — silent, steady, and exactly where she was meant to be.
