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“Bullets,” I laughed. “How many bullets?”
“Oh! Six.”
“Okay. Any idea what model it is?”
That blank stare came back, and she shook her head. “No. But, it’s upstairs with my things.”
“Not necessary. If you’re already comfortable with that one, we’ll introduce you to something. Glock is a great brand, and I have a few down here myself, but the CIA raised me with a Sig, so that’s my brand of choice.” I keyed in the code that would let me open the case, then picked up a pistol I thought she’d be able to work with. But when I handed it to her, I couldn’t do anything but frown at the way she was holding it – her grip was off-kilter, her trigger finger placement was awkward, and if she fired the way she was holding it, her thumb was likely to get broken by the hammer when it slid back.
“Okay,wow, that is really wrong,” I told her, stepping behind her and reaching around. “You want to make sure your thumbs are underhere,” I said, making the adjustment. “And keep your hands here, so your finger is free to pull the trigger. Always have it at eye level, okay? You aren’t shooting anybody’s feet. If you have it out, you need to be ready to kill. Show me. Pull the trigger.”
“What?!” she exclaimed, stepping away. “I’m not about to fire this gun in here, with all these other guns!”
I raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t say anything about firing it. I said pull the trigger. It’s not loaded, Monica.”
“Oh. Shit, tell meallthe details please,” she laughed. “What good is pulling the trigger if there aren’t any bullets?”
“I just want to know that you’ll actually do it.”
“Oh. Sure, here,” she said, pointing it right at me, and pulling the trigger. I heard the little click confirming that she’d actually done it, and crossed my arms, shaking my head.
“Really? You pointedatme to do that? What if I’d forgotten to unload it? What if I got it mixed up with a different one?”
Monica frowned. “Uh, sorryMr. Chadwick,” she said, rolling her eyes. “You told me to pull the trigger.”
“Yeah, because I assumed you would be mindful of gun safety, Ms.I Took a Class.You just forgot all of that shit, huh?”
She sucked her teeth. “You don’t have to bemean.”
“Nobody is being mean to your ass, you could’ve shot me, woman! Onaccident. If I’m going to take a bullet, I want it to mean something, please.”
With the gun still in her hands, loosely now, she crossed her arms, potentially dangerous weapon just floating every-which-way.
“You’retryingto give me a heart attack, right?” I asked, pointing at how she was holding the gun.
“Oh! Sorry,” she said, correcting herself – somewhat – by pointing the gun at the floor, standing like she was posing for a 90s gangster rap poster.
What the hell did I get myself into?
“Okay… how about we start all the way at the beginning? Is that cool?”
“Whatever you say,” she muttered, in a tone that made it clear I had gotten on her nerves. For what, I didn’t know, since I hadn’t pointed a gun and pulled the trigger at her, but whatever. We were gonna make the shit work.
It turned out that she really didknowthe basics, they’d just gotten a little shoddy in her memory from lack of practice. Once we spent some time going over it all again – basic gun safety rules, loading and unloading, breaking it down to clean it, etc., I was confident that she was ready for the next thing.
“Got something else to show you, gorgeous. Come on. And bring your gun.”
The expression she took on was one of suspicion, but still enough curiosity that she did what I asked, following me around a corner, where she let out another gasp.
“Oh my God! Is this ashooting range?! In yourhouse?!”
I chuckled. “Yes, it is. Fully insulated and reinforced so no bullets get out.Majorlyventilated so that all the gasses and poison and shit don’t stay in. You ready to practice?”
“Hell yes,” she said, wearing a goofy ass grin as she turned to me. “Where are the bullets? Let’s do it. I’m ready to gear up!”
“Oh sonowI’ve got you excited, huh?” I asked, pulling her over to outfit her with goggles and ear protection. “You don’t have an attitude anymore?”
“I didn’t have an attitude,” she argued. “You just… hurt my feelings, is all. You were acting like I didn’t know what I was doing.”
