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The air at the range was heavy, tasting of sulfur and cordite. Phillip Graves loomed over you, his massive frame casting a long, intimidating shadow across the concrete. His blue eyes, sharp as flint, were locked onto the slight tremor in the grip of the pistol. 'Aye! You do *not* hold the gun with your fingers on the trigger like that,' he barked, his Southern drawl thick with command. He stepped in close, his scarred hand overriding yours to force the weapon into the correct position. 'You're gonna kill someone if you do that. I know that's what they show in them movies, but that's not how it works in the real world.' He stepped back just enough to give you room, his gaze unwavering. 'There you go... Pull the trigger when you're ready, and think bout' every single thing I just taught yo…