Blackstone Gun Range Romane & Geschichten

He pushed himself from the barstool and disappeared through the doorway. Conner waited a moment, and then pushed the door open and stepped through. The change was startling. Whatever money had gone into the project was spent in here, converting the interior of the old warehouse into a first class shooting range. And it was obvious a considerable sum had been spent. Stretched out in front of him was a row of at least twenty stalls, each opening onto a wide shooting area longer than any he had ever seen, almost the length of a football field. The booths closest to him held black and white targets suspended from a mechanical track that allowed the shooter to select his desired range and to auto

"When have I ever been able to say no to you?" "A whole lot of times." She didn't give me a chance to respond, before taking my hand and dragging me away. ****** Other people might recommend a therapy session for me, but Bonnie believed that some shooting practice would help. She decided that we visit a shooting range early the next morning, before we set out for work. Crisp air and gunpowder greeted us when we arrived at the range. It was an outdoor range with a vast land. Good for me. I came with my own guns, as I was familiar with them. Bonnie decided that she was going to shoot too, and I let her have one.

One shot from that weapon and I get blown to bits. "Today is your day of reckoning, Blackstone. I have fucking endured you and your attacks on my territory for the past ten years." His voice darkens, becomes harder. "Not anymore. He flicks the safety off the gun. "Say your last prayer." His lips curve into a cold smile. "Better still, don't. You won't need it because you're going straight to hell…" Sudden commotion from outside the halls drown whatever Ramsey was about to say. Good. The Calvary is here. Took them long enough.

Black leggings, a fitted top, and sneakers. After lunch, Killian waited by the SUV. He didn’t look at me as I approached. He opened the passenger door like a proper guard. I slid in, the leather seat cool against my thighs. The drive to the private shooting range on the edge of our property was silent. Thick with tension. His hands gripped the wheel tight. I kept my eyes forward, but I was already wet just from being alone with him in the car. The range was empty when we arrived. It's private with high walls with no cameras in the main shooting area. Killian set up targets and handed me a small handgun. His fingers brushed mine for one second. Electricity shot through me.

"When we find that son of a bitch, I want you to go in alone Marco and bring her back and shoot that fuckers brains out." He nodded. We drove to the shooting range which was around 30 minutes we all stood behind the windows is been shown how to hold the gun even though I already knew how to, they thought it was best to give me a run through before shooting at the targets. We’d been their an hour and we’d shot at the targets closest to furthest away. The bottom on the wall brought them in so we could examine them. I smiled most. We’re to the chest and to the head I hadn’t lost my touch Luca had taken me every week and every week I’d gone I’d improved.

Ramil Finn grinned at Blake when he saw the latter was looking at him and Hoggins with disbelief. “And I agree to that!” Hoggins added with a wink. The three moved with speed and minimal silence to avoid attracting attention. Sniper rifles can only shoot up to eight hundred meters from the shooter’s spot to its target. And since Brianna gave the orders to make a stop and wait for the next command when they reach a mile distance from their target location, Blake and his team were positioned farther by half a mile to the shooter by distance. And because the barracks was surrounded by mountains in the midst of the forest, Blake saw the flash of glass shining opposite from his direction. Now the

’Good morning staffs, I would very much like to make this meeting a very short one’ The manager tells us. ‘For the new staffs who do not know the boss, this is mr. Jones Black, C.E.O of Mars private hospital, which you all know has branches all over the continent’. The manager says, addressing the fine piece of art beside him. Mr. Black just waves at us, a light smile on his lips which makes my breath hitch. I know I am sounding like a hopeless romantic right now but I can’t deny the attraction I feel towards this man. ‘Oh. My. God! He looks even more stunning with that smile’. Goldie says, twisting a strand of hair around her finger as she stares dreamingly at Mr. Black.

~Author's POV~ The loud noise of gunfire rang out at the shooting range. The smell of gunpowder filled the air, blending with the cold, metallic scent of used bullets. A man stood at the far end, standing tall and holding a custom black pistol tightly. The paper target in front of him had multiple holes, each shot hitting the mark with precision. A young man in a neat black suit walked over carefully, holding a ringing phone. He paused for a moment before getting closer. "Sir, your phone," the assistant said, reaching out with it.

Blakeley watched as she took off her jacket and picked up a gun, she looked so cool as she did. “It feels nice standing so close to you.” Tokyo said and Blakeley smiled. “Thanks.” Blakeley replied and she walked away, Blakeley walked after her and Tokyo noticed she was following her. Tokyo took her to a part of the warehouse that had a place where they could test run guns and dummies that could be shot at. “Wow.” Blakeley muttered. Tokyo stood far from the dummies and Blakeley stood next to her. She watched her shoot at the dummies and the bullet kept hitting them in the head.