A loud, mechanical buzzer echoed through the range, and Olivia drew her pistol. The gun clung through her flesh to the magnetic implants she had recently had installed in her hoof, pinching painfully, but that didn't matter. She could aim now, sighting down her left foreleg as targets lit up one at a time. She pulled the trigger with a slight twitch of one of her leg-muscles, which would relay a signal from her implant to the gun. Each time it fired, and each time the target vanished in a faint flash of light—neither the gun nor the targets were real.