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Rayne was getting ready to leave for her marksmanship class when she noticed moving trucks parked outside her building.
She walked out into the hallway and noticed that someone was moving into the unit next door to her. She lingered in the hallway for a few minutes, trying to see who her new neighbor was so that she could introduce herself, but it was hard to tell with all of the movers going back and forth.
Rayne decided to try again after her lesson, as she was already running a little late.
She quickly ate a banana for breakfast while driving over to the shooting range, hoping that would be enough to prevent her stomach from growling.
During her previous lesson, she hadn’t eaten anything, and the entire time, her stomach made loud growling noises, making her feel very embarrassed.
She walked into the lobby and noticed that her instructor, Yasmin, was already waiting for her.
"Good morning, Rayne! Ready for today’s lesson? Today should mark the completion of the basic course!" greeted Yasmin.
"Good morning, Yasmin! Yes, I’m excited to move on in my training!" replied Rayne. Once she completed the basic course, a lot more freedom would be granted to her. She would gain access to the beginner ranges where she could practice on her own, with limited supervision.
The two young women made their way down the staircase to their usual spot, the small side room with the desk.
"Okay, Rayne, let’s start from the basics. Show me your stance," she said, handing her an unloaded pistol.
Rayne grabbed the pistol and turned toward the wall, where a practice target was painted. She adjusted her body so that her feet were shoulder-width apart and her legs were slightly bent.
Lifting the gun in her hands, she aimed at the painted target, keeping her arms straight and elbows slightly bent.
"Good, your posture is perfect," said Yasmin, lightly clapping. "I think we can move on over to the shooting lane and do some dry firing before we start live firing."
Rayne lowered the pistol, nodding. "Okay, sounds great!" she replied and followed Yasmin out of the small side room and toward a firing lane.
Rayne put on her protective gear and resumed her stance in the firing lane.
"Go ahead and pull the trigger, focus on sight alignment," instructed Yasmin.
Rayne stood still, focusing on aiming. She pulled the trigger only when she was confident that she would hit the target.
Yasmin watched her carefully from the side, helping with slight adjustments.
"Okay, great! I think it’s time to fire some real shots. Wait here, I will go get the ammo!" said Yasmin.
Rayne nodded, secretly excited for a moment alone with the pistol. Just as Yasmin turned to leave, she carefully placed her hand on the pistol and stored it in her system!
Her heart was thumping loudly due to her excitement. Of course, she hoped that she would never have to use it, but based on her nightmares, it was very likely.
As soon as the pistol was stored, Rayne patiently waited for Yasmin to come back.
"Okay, I’m back! I’ll let you load the magazine. Do it like I taught you earlier," Yasmin instructed. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ
Rayne carefully loaded the magazine, albeit a little slower than she would have liked. Yasmin nodded and gave a few instructions on live shooting.
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