"Give me two of those."
For a full minute, the area around the booth fell into a dead silence. Every eye was on Lucian, conflict and utter disbelief plain on their faces.
What in the world…?
When the attendant finally came to, he cleared his throat and smiled. "Sir, I think you've misunderstood something," he said. "You have three rounds."
Lucian tilted his head. "I know."
"Then why did you —"
"Every round is harder than the last," he explained. "Why wait for the harder rounds when you can finish them all as early as possible?"
Again, the entire area went still — eyes wide, faces twitching.
"Besides," Lucian tapped a finger on the rules plastered on the table beside the spent guns, "what's written here says I need a total of thirty targets within the time limit of three rounds. And I did."
Everyone: "…"
Their mouths opened and closed, but no one could find a word to argue with him.
