CHAPTER 97: HOUSE ARREST

Victoria sat by Andreas's bed to make sure she ate her meal. She stubbornly refused to eat hospital food and had been nagging all week. Andreas took a bite of her pudding thoughtfully. "I've wanted to ask you this since the warehouse," She turned to me. "Before we started all this, I asked you if you were good in combat or could shoot a gun. You told me shooting skills were bad, and you couldn't even fight." Victoria shrugged her attention on the magazine in her hand. "When I said bad, I didn't mean that bad. I could win a one-on-one fight, and my aim is quite good if I'm in a still position. You could say it's moderate." "Moderate?" Andreas scoffed. "Your aim and delivery were perfect. I went to the army, and even my shooting isn't that good." She placed the magazine down and stared at Andreas. "Fine, my father taught me how to shoot when I was young. He said it was important that I knew how to protect myself at a young age. He taught me martial arts too, hoping I would someday jo