Blackstone Gun Range Novels & Stories

The biometric scanner read her thumbprint with a soft click. Inside lay a Glock 19 and two spare magazines. Damien stared. "Since when do you" "Since the first death threat when you took Blackstone public." I loaded the magazine with practiced ease. "I train twice a month at Westside Rifle & Pistol Range." A beat of stunned silence. Then Diego whistled low. "Well I'll be damned." Damien exhaled through his nose. "Alright. New plan." **Midnight at Grand Central** The terminal was a cathedral of shadows at night. Moonlight streamed through the arched windows, painting the constellation ceiling in eerie silver. Damien moved silently through the concourse, his dress shoes replaced with tactical

As soon as he’d entered town, that had been the first place he had sought out. A shooting range. Tucked securely somewhere in a black neighborhood, GREZZO offered its service to anyone as long as they paid the yearly subscription fee and signed the NDA. The warm décor would sway anyone who wasn’t familiar with this peculiar shooting range. Gunshots echoed somewhere inside the building. Barely concealed by the lead walls, were bloodcurdling shrieks and brays of animals. Unperturbed by the unusual sounds, he strolled to his locker. It held his earmuffs and his Glock. He had specifically requested for a Glock. And with the way things were going, he might, one day, be forced to sneak it out GREZ

They drove off to Texas Springs Gun Club, an indoor shooting range. It was originally set up by Jonathan Myers, a former army veteran and was bought by the Davidsons brothers recently becoming Twin Peaks premier indoor shooting range destination. The Davidson’s did a complete renovation and upgraded the 12 Lane / 25 Yard indoor range. After extensive planning the davidson’s hired a technical team who began the disassembly and removal of all old range equipment and with guidance from the Technicians,they began installing the all new state of the range equipment including premium Caliber Target Retrieval System. The newly designed range now accommodated a full spectrum of firearms enthusiasts

Regina's POV “So how do we start?” I was more excited about using a gun than the physical combat we had earlier. Derek reached for a black bag inside the truck before leading me to a hill, then he unpacked the guns inside the black bag and reassembled them. I looked around the field and seeing the amount of target stands lined up from different angles made me realize where we were. “Is this--” I started, but he cut in. “Yes, an outdoor shooting range. You'll practice here, so give it your best. If you want to show me that you're truly ready, then you better put in your best,” he said sternly as he handed the gun to me.

But it felt… good. Empowering. At one point, I knocked him off balance—accidentally, of course—but I didn’t let it show. He narrowed his eyes at me like he wasn’t sure whether to be impressed or concerned. Then came the part I’d been both anticipating and dreading. Shooting practice. Adrik walked me through a hallway I’d never noticed before, keying in a biometric code. A heavy door hissed open. The gun range was built underground—state of the art. Soundproofed. Slick steel walls, bulletproof panels. A row of targets stood at the far end, shaped like silhouettes.

I think my disappointment will be much worse if that were the case, not because I don't like animals, but it isn't exactly a good way to blow off steam. Well this… I don't know what to make of it. “The place is good and ready to be used, Shark.” Obren's voice resounds. I cut my eyes to him, watching him edge back to the front gate. The range is an open space with the targets set several meters away from the shed, standing tall and unshaken even as the sun blasts off of it. As Obren's footfall fades, I turn to Michael with my hands resting on my waist, head cocked aside.

33 A1 Shooting-Range was just off the Barnet By-Pass. I lay at the five hundred metre firing point at the range. The white peg in the grass beside said 4.4, and the same number was recurrent high up on the distance but above the single six-foot square target that looked no larger than a postage stamp to the human eye and in the May dusk. But my lens, an infrared scope fixed above my rifle, covered the whole canvas. So, I could easily differentiate the pale-blue and beige colours into which the target separated. The six-inch semi-circular bull looked as big as the half-moon that started to show low down in the blackening sky above the A1.

The entire feel was that the shooting arena balanced intensity with precision, creating a space where concentration and control took centre stage. Barry strolled back to her. He was an experienced gun owner, and now, he walked in carrying a .22 rifle and a case containing two pistols. With their hearing and eye protection firmly in place, they walked into the shooting area and found the lane assigned to them. The shell casings on the floor caught Bianca by surprise as they rolled underneath her feet.

The weapon was a beast, compact, lethal, designed for his company's black-market clients who demanded precision in chaos. He squeezed the trigger, bursts of rounds shredding the paper targets at the far end of the enclosed range. Bullet casings ejected in a hot cascade, clinking against the concrete floor. Satisfied with the recoil and accuracy, Ronan lowered the gun, flipping up his goggles to reveal piercing green eyes that scanned the damage. 'Effective,' he muttered, the word barely audible over the fading echo.

Bryan shot his pistol three times, then pressed the button on the wall which drew his human cardboard target closer to where he was. “Not bad.” Kimberly shouted in the midst of the gunshots from other shooters, who we’re practicing in the shooting range. His target had a hole on the side of its head, on a shoulder and in the middle of its torso. “My turn.” She said after replacing the bullet ridden target with a new one, and pressing the button on the wall, which pushed it away till it got to forty meters away from where she stood.