"I'll bet that you do," I snickered, rubbing my sore shoulder. I stepped back and allowed him to reload the gun, feeding fresh shells into the breach, with a series of clicks.

"I'm pretty creative," Hadrian assured me, lifting the gun to his shoulder and racking the slide to chamber a fresh round. I moved around to his side as he lifted the weapon and grinned, sighting down the barrel at the target. He had already told me how it was done, I saw him breath in, then breathe out, then still his breathing. I leanded close and blew softly into his ear. Hadrian flinched and the gun boomed, pellets from the shot sparking off the bulkhead and the ceiling. The target registered no hits. I put my hand over my mouth in mock surprise.

"Does this mean I win?" I asked innocently?