An Elite Instructor Mocked My Skills, But My Seven Shots Revealed a Shocking Secret

The Infiltrator's Trap

The impressive display earned Amber more than just respect; it earned her an immediate invitation into Jeff’s private office. He was looking for elite talent for his private security firm, and Amber’s flawless marksmanship was undeniable. As Jeff led her into the air-conditioned office, Amber kept her face blank, hiding the adrenaline surging through her veins. This office housed the local server containing the encrypted files from her former police precinct—the very files that could prove she had been framed by her corrupt captain, Miller.

While Jeff stepped out to retrieve the employment contract, Amber moved with silent speed. She slipped behind his desk, booted up the secure terminal, and inserted a high-speed decryption drive. The progress bar flickered to life, slowly pulling the classified data. Her hands hovered over the keyboard as she watched the percentage climb.

Suddenly, the sound of approaching footsteps echoed down the hallway. Amber’s breath hitched as she recognized a second voice accompanying Jeff's. It was Captain Miller himself. He was a silent investor in Jeff’s firm, the very man who had ruined her life three years ago. They stopped right outside the door.

"Is the new recruit really that good?"

Miller asked, his voice grating on Amber's nerves.

"She's a ghost,"

Jeff replied.

"But she looks familiar. Almost like that female sniper we had to get rid of."

The download was only at eighty percent. If Amber pulled the drive now, the files would be corrupted. If she stayed, she would be caught. The heavy brass doorknob began to slowly turn. Desperate, Amber scanned the room. She spotted a ventilation shaft near the ceiling, but there was no time. Just as the door swung open, she grabbed her drive, dove behind a heavy tactical gear locker, and held her breath. Jeff and Miller stepped inside, the captain's eyes immediately scanning the desk. He noticed the glowing monitor.