As any Amazon would, Veronica nails it!

*BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!* The heavy shells of Veronica's even bigger gun explode, the recoil easily handled by the Amazonian with endowments as large as Jane's head, hit the paper target. Six hits, all head shots within three inches of the other. Even Gregory Childs wasn't that good. He had one shot go an inch wide while the rest hit their mark as intended, but he too could not match Veronica's skill with the gun and hers was easily the biggest. So heavy it made her holster sag noticeably down her blue khaki covered hip. Turning to face her cohorts, Veronica smiles, her eyes lighting up behind the clear plastic safety goggles. "I told you I would kick your fucking asses." She gloats, her lips spreading into the biggest glean of a grin.

None of them cared, they were ogling those blue polo stretching tits again while Jane stood in the back, staring in despair at her paper target down range. She knew that one shot would have removed her qualification to carry on the street and probably permanently bench her until further notice. "Thank god I passed..." Jane sighs, her own polo draping lifelessly down her torso, a stark reminder of what God never intended for her to have.

"Guess again Fuller... Your results are based on the group average now. You didn't make it. Hand over your piece." The Sergeant says holding out his hand, palm upwards.

"Wait... I didn't pass? When did the rules change?"

"The rules stipulate if the unit average exceeds base requirements than a curve is to be instituted and all applicants are to be judged off of that. Part of the Chief's initiative to make officer's better and the streets safer. Cut down on public accidents." The Sergeant explains as he removes Jane's Glock from her now trembling fingers. "Turn in your holster to the armory Fuller. You can retest in one month and practice every other day for one hour in the mean time."

Looking across the enclosed range, Jane sighs as she slams her glasses and ear muffs into the shooter's stand while Veronica does multiple poses with her gun. Whether she is aiming, or holding it up like a poster child for Charlie's Angels, Veronica is ruling the roost and proudly showing off her own, drool inducing Magnums to the leering eyes of her ever appreciative co workers who cannot get enough of the gentle jiggles and shakes of her enormous bosoms...