Butch's [POV]
"Never have I ever shot more than ten types of guns."
Raine walks up to Mason and me and holds out her hands.
"What the fuck, Raine?" Mason says, giving her one of his chips. "How are you coming at me after all of the times I've saved your ass? The next time we're in the field, I'm going to let you fend for yourself."
"No you won't," she says, patting him on the top of his head. "It's not in your DNA."
"Aren't you forgetting someone," I say, slapping a chip into her hand? I point at Millie. "I know she's shot that many, too."
"I'm out of the game, dumbass," Millie says, kicking my leg again. "Or did you forget that you bumped my first round?"
"Wait," Alex says, his eyes narrowing as he looks at Millie. "You've shot more than ten types of guns?"
"You've met my dad, Alex. Do you remember? The scary motherfucker. He's been training me on guns almost since I was born."
Raine walks over to Nash and holds out her hand. "You know you have. Give it up."
