Blackstone Gun Range Novels & Stories

“You can start.” “Wait.” Deacon suddenly said, “I’d like to shoot from a longer range of a hundred yards!” Iris was astonished to hear that. They were using Type 54 pistols for the competition, and it only had an approximate 50-yard range. Most stationary shooting had a range of 25 yards maximum. If they made the shots from 50 yards away, they might be able to hit one bullseye every five shots. Anyone with this result would be considered a sharpshooter in the military.

Zane loads his sidearm and holsters it again. “Well we have some time, it’s only 09:00. Want to hit the shooting range? It’s only down the hall on the door to the right.” Daniels informed him. Zane thought about it for ten seconds and said, “Sure, why not let me chamber four more magazines.” He went over to the ammunition and chambered four more magazines. Daniels did the same, then they proceeded down a hallway into a shooting range which was large. There are ten booths to shoot from and fresh targets at the end of all of them and shells were littered around the booths. Ear muffs were on all the booths. Daniels and Zane take a booth and a target next to each other.

I hissed. "Prove it," Yuri challenged, gesturing toward the private glass-walled range at the back of the armory. He picked up a customized Glock 19, its slide ported to reduce recoil. "A moving target at fifty meters. If you can't hit the vitals three times in five seconds, you get a taser and a bodyguard. Nothing more." He didn't wait for my answer. He stepped into the booth, leveled the weapon, and fired. Pop-pop-pop. Three holes appeared in the center of a swaying silhouette. He cleared the chamber and handed the weapon to me, a smug, cold curve to his lips.

Instructor Bette handed Lancelot the rifle and explained, “This is the Alliance’s Black Hawk assault rifle. It has an overall length of 988 millimeters, with a barrel length of 512 millimeters, eight right-hand rifling grooves, and uses the Alliance-standard 6.32mm caliber rifle rounds. The standard magazine holds 35 rounds. It’s highly accurate, with an effective range of about 700 meters. The recoil is moderate, and with your physique, you should have no problem handling it with one hand.” Lancelot, feeling the weight of the Black Hawk rifle, walked to the firing position. Of course, he knew how to use firearms. In his past life, despite his youth and frailty, his superb marksmanship had e

All the ladies had bows, knives and camo gear. "Does the Audubon Society know about this? I'm pretty sure the World Wildlife Fund would have a freaking stroke," I nodded. "Ladies at Havenstone have a passion for killing things," Buffy measured me. "I thought you might want to know." "Why do you use bows?" I questioned. "Don't your boobs get in the way?" Buffy smacked me in the chest - hard. I could have blocked. That would have been counterproductive. No, I grabbed her right boob and gave it a strong squeeze. In retaliation, she hit me again. I grabbed her boob. This went on until we entered the garage. She got in the last hit.

Goddamit. I need to purge this feeling. So I went to the only place that'll return my sanity — the shooting range. Caden’s grandfather had built a shooting range underground with a standard soundproof system. Every bodyguard before me had used it. Well, his bodyguards. Caden didn't have any until now. I geared up and swiped a gun from the counter not caring who it belonged to. I needed to purge something. I cocked my gun and aimed. BAM! BAM! BAM!

Richard chuckled at her enthusiasm and began to walk out of the training area, with Jenny following closely behind. They had to drive to the shooting range. Her father had originally set one up on the property, but moved it to a separate building when her mother began to fall ill, worried that the gunfire might aggravate her condition. Now, their private shooting house was just a fifteen-minute drive away. Like everything her family owned, it was dark in color but warmly lit. There were several lanes for target practice, each equipped with an expensive set of noise-canceling headsets. Large targets with human silhouettes were positioned at the end of each row, and bulletproof glass separated

Nothing unnecessary had been said since the car last night and the feeling in the lift was that nothing unnecessary was coming now either. The lift hit the bottom hard. Doors opened. The nice parts of the estate were gone. Just a big concrete box cut into the rock. The air system overhead was loud and losing the fight against the stale air. The smell reached me the second I stepped out... sharp chemicals and something flat and metal underneath. Guns. And the stuff you cleaned them with. A shooting range. A black pistol came up off the table. Magazine pressed in, top pulled back... the sound of it very loud in the concrete room. Set back down.

Lionel mentioned the newly built shooting range on the estate, which was now ready to be used, and he invited them to test it out. When they got there, a few servers immediately brought over all kinds of alcoholic drinks. Phoebe was aware of Stephanie's weak stomach, so she specifically instructed a server to bring over some warm tea for Stephanie. Two of the guests eagerly grabbed the guns and stepped up to the shooting stand. Two shots rang out, and Lionel clapped his hands. "That's an eight and a nine! Well done, both of you." The pair grew more excited, firing a few more shots, though their accuracy was a hit or a miss. They managed to get a few eights and nines here and there, but it wa

"Thanks. I work out a lot and I hike several miles every weekend." "Ah. Let me tell you about this ammunition. This black box is the factory stuff. It's a 300-grain hollow-point and it'll do okay against most animals, except bears. If you are serious about elk and moose, you need to use this stuff. In these blue boxes are custom hand loads, they have a 335-grain solid lead bullet and will drop anything in North America out to 150 yards, and that includes grizzlies." "Okay, got it."