Point Blank Range Mentor Novels & Stories

00% Range :: 270.00 Mts Velocity :: 320.02 feet per second Impact Force :: 80.00 lbs Evaluation Grade :: B+ — Total Shots :: 5 Average Accuracy :: 65.00% Range :: 270.00 Mts Velocity :: 320.01 feet per second Impact Force :: 80.03 lbs Evaluation Grade :: B+ —

The range was much larger than she'd imagined, with both indoor and outdoor setups. "Wow, you must be a pretty good shot to have a range like this." "I don't shoot. The whole thing's for Marion. He's hooked. Needs to fire off a few rounds now and then." Marion handed her a pistol. "It's not that hard. As long as you get your stance right, you won't hurt yourself." Randy smirked, "With how thin she is, I bet it'll knock her over." Marion shot him a look. "Go make us some tea."

"I think I'd have to say... yes." "Good. Then I'd appreciate it if you pointed that somewhere else." He reaches toward me, a forefinger extended, easing the barrel to one side. "I imagine you're not familiar with the model?" "I've never held a gun in my life. I'm an engineer, not a sharpshooter." "It's not complicated. For a beginner, Point and Shoot covers most of it. Not shooting yourself in the foot covers most of the rest." He inhales. "Now, are we on the same side?"

"You're a great mentor. I already got the hang of it." She shoots another and another and starting from that she never misses the target. She even hit the target more times than he did. "Is this not your first time?" He asked. "Yes, using a rifle. " Blaize felt ashamed of what he just did earlier. He just mentored a non-beginner of this activity. "But you helped me to get the hang of it." "No, it's because you are experienced." "Blaize, you're still the same guy who doesn't receive credit for what you've done. You're still the man that I knew all along."

“Pitiful.” “Good to know. Mak! Make sure we check in on our first few shipments of these once they’re delivered,” I call to my brother over my shoulder. “We don’t want disgruntled customers coming at us over plastic shit.” “You got it.” Mak salutes from where he’s finagling some wiring in the control booth. I don’t know what he found in disarray, but it’s enough to get him cursing under his breath. Pulya, this gun range, is one of Makari’s personally-owned businesses. He wanted something more original than a nightclub or restaurant.

One of the men handed me an M1911, already cocked and loaded. Kai pointed toward the window. "Do you see that coconut on that tree out there? You can become my personal bodyguard if you can hit it." In that instant, there was a collective gasp in the room. That tree was at least 650 feet away, and with the night falling, the target was barely a shadow. They thought that hitting a coconut at that range with a pistol was impossible and that Kai was clearly setting me up to fail. Kent's expression immediately shifted, looking as if he intended to plead for me.

He looked at me with furrowed brows. “I’m good.” “You still have to practice before you get your own.” “If you say so, sir. So, I’m just gonna burn the midnight oil with you without a gun?” “You’ll have one, but only temporary. You keep the safety all the time.” He offered the pistol he took earlier. “Always keep it pointed down when not in the holster. Point down when you rack a slide.” He continued demonstrating, but he kept his finger off of the trigger. “Keep your finger out of the trigger when you don’t shoot. When you’re firing, make sure your fingers are away from the slide and the hammer. Get into your proper stance, aim, and pull the trigger. And most of all, don’t threaten my crotc