Point Blank Range Mentor Novels & Stories

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.

“Why are you showing me this, North?” North shrugged as he moved closer and picked out a handgun. “Do you know this toy?” I shook my head. “This is a Kimber .45. It is designed for self-defense and target shooting. It's a semi-automatic pistol that fires .45 ACP ammunition. As for the range, it can vary depending on the specific model and the shooter's skill. Generally, it has an effective range of around 50 yards, that's about 46 meters.” I was impressed was a fucking understatement. My mind was fucking blown over and it made my skin tingled. North stretched out the gun to me and I just stared at it like a fucking birthday present. “You…want me to have it?”

Everyone in the room did not dare chase her. The men surrounding Charles checked on him where he got shot. The team leader was frightened to realize that the bullet hit the man only an inch to his heart! He knew because that is one of their skills. As mercenaries, they are to know the fatal points of their targets. And he was sure that shot was an unequivocal warning. She said her piece and made a clear proof she wasn't just kidding around. Had she wanted to kill Charles, there was no stopping her from shooting the old man right into his heart, but she still left an inch to keep him alive.

"As you've heard, you boys will only a month left with us. I hope you'll spend this month to show us what you've learned. As I mentioned on the first day, I will be assessing every sector and giving you personal pointers. Mr Garcia will have his own instructions. Please take this month seriously. We will be pushing you till your cucumbers can't even stand. Are you ready batch 101?!" "Yes ma'am!" Brian took over the mic. "Ah please do what Ms Santini said, because I also value my "cucumber" even though i'm not a soldier. But yes, as for my side, everyone of you here must at least be able to hit the red dot 5 times. Those of you who are more advance, you should be able to hit anywhere the red

SCAR'S POINT OF VIEW As I stood at the shooting range, I focused intently on the target, the rifle pressed firmly against my shoulder. My first shot struck right at the center, sending a small red light flashing above the lane. A bullseye. Despite the perfect shot, I kept my reaction muted, maintaining my composure.

“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.

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

“And last, but not least, is Scott Anderson a university student from Boston. Please give our luck contestants a big round of applause.” The applause light came on and the three contestants were all cheered. It was time for Round Two. “I see you’ve all got your pistol’s loaded for our first game,” Kent said with a laugh as the camera panned across the three contestants throbbing erections. “Which is good ‘cause they’re gonna need ‘em!” Bambi added, stepping up beside Kent and running a hand across his chest, inside the lapel of his red jacket. “That’s right Bambi,” agreed Kent. “The first game is going to test your range! For each foot you shoot you’ll get 20 points. Our record is 8 feet 5 i

All what the business man had with him was THE "pen" "To prove our point kiddo, you will press the red button". The Russian knew the perfect moment to intensify his voice and make it lax, he knew when to take pauses for the information he'd disseminated to sink into his dense clients, he definitely knew when to pick up with the conversation. He was the perfect man for mind games, he was the businessman, the boss. The client hesitated for a few seconds then pressed the button when the African American bodyguard motivated him by disclosing the butt of his black semi automatic handgun; springfield XD(M) competition series.