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She frowns at that and turns her attention to the gun range spread in front of us.
I walk into a small building, which is a locker for some of our guns, leaving Nina behind in the sunshine. I almost always have a gun on me, but I need one for Nina, and she doesn’t get to see how to access the guns. Not yet anyway.
I pull out a handgun for Nina along with plenty of ammo and then walk back out to where Nina is waiting for me.
I place her gun and ammo on the table and take out my gun as well.
I nod to her. “Show me what you’ve got.”
She seems a little nervous as she reaches for the gun.
“You’re just going to let me hold a gun? Easy as that?”
I laugh. “I know how well you shoot, remember? I’m not in any fear for my life.”
I grab my own gun and load it. Then, I shoot off a few rounds, hitting the bull’s-eye with ease. Out of the corner of my eye, I watch Nina grab the gun and begin loading it.
She aims it at the bull’s-eye and starts shooting. She hits the target more times than not but never the center of the bull’s-eye and never the same place more than once.
“Who taught you how to shoot?” I ask.
She shrugs. “I went to the local shooting range wherever I lived. They usually had people around who could give me a few pointers.”
I shake my head. “Well, they taught you all wrong.”
“Then, show me how to shoot right.”
I smile, loving her sass today. I put my gun down on the table and walk over so that I can stand behind her. I position her hips square and change her grip on the gun so that it fits her hand more comfortably.
“What do you look at when you aim?” I ask.
“My target,” she says confidently.
I laugh. “Yes, but what part specifically?”
“The heart.”
“You should aim just below the heart. You almost always miss high.”
She nods, adjusting her aim to the stomach of the fake target.
“Now, try.”
She does. Shooting a couple of shots that are more centered on the target.
She smiles at her improvement.
“That’s better.” I walk back over and put my hands on her shoulders, which are still much too tense to get a good shot off. I feel her shoulders relax automatically in my grasp. “You have to stay relaxed when you shoot. If you tense up, you will miss every time. Staying relaxed ensures your aim is on target.”
She takes a deep breath, trying to stay as relaxed as she can.
“Lastly, you need to want to hit your target.”
She turns and looks at me. “What do you mean?”
“When you tried to shoot me on the plane, you weren’t committed. You didn’t really want to shoot me. The only way you actually shoot someone is with intention. You have to want to shoot them.”
She frowns. “But I did want to shoot you on the plane.”
