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(Wrote this in my cringe writer era. Forgive me people)
The Italian mafia killed Vegas's parents when he was barely 15. His uncle managed to save him and his brother from the rival mafia and took them under his care.
Pete is an orph...
(Apologizing in advance because I have zero knowledge about gu/ns and we/apons)
Author's pov
Pete was busy finishing his daily tasks when a guard came to escort him to somewhere.
"W-where do I have to go?" He asked the guard who didn't have a single hair on his head. The bodyguard turned around and the light reflected on his bald head making it appear like a big shiny crystal ball, the ones that fortune tellers keep.
"Mr. Kinn's order. Your training session will start from today" He answered curtly then continued walking.
The sky broke down on Pete's head hearing that. Oh god! He's terrible at sports related things. On top of that, he was mentally unprepared for this . How will he handle this? He wordlessly followed the guard to an unfamiliar section of the mansion. He faintly remember Porsche telling him that this is the place where the guards and servants are trained.
When they entered in the gym room, Pete gawked at the foreign machines which were being used by big, strong looking men. He was just a small fry compared to them by both height and strength. Some of the men paused to stare at him for an uncomfortable span of time. This made his skin crawl from nervousness.
As they stepped into another room through a door, Pete jumped up in surprise. People were practicing shooting there and the sound was quite loud. He didn't hear anything from the other side of the door. Must be a soundproof room, Pete thought.
They went to another room which was quieter than the previous one. The bald guard took Pete to a woman who was sitting behind a table with gun parts.
"Is he the new one?" She asked refering to Pete.
The bodyguard confirmed her assumption with a nod.
"Okay. Leave him here, I'll watch the rest" She uttered and the guard left.
"Sit here" The woman said pointing to a chair on the opposite side. Pete sat down like an obedient kid.
"I'm Apinya and I'll be teaching you how to convert these pieces into a functioning gun and the other way around"
"But before that, there're a few rules you have to remember . Never allow the muzzle of any firearm to point at anything you are not willing to shoot. Never put your finger near the trigger until you are ready to fire. Always be sure of your target, and what is behind and in front of it" Apinya narrated. Pete nodded stiffly.
All these new information were hard to digest. Because all his life Pete only read about human parts and now he was learning about the biology of a gun. What is life ?
"I will show you how to put the pieces together of this glock-19 gen-5 , it's a 9mm handgun" The woman spoke efficiently, taking out the parts of a black coloured gun. She connected them with such grace that it had Pete in awe. Of course she could ; she's a gun expert afterall.
"Now this screen will display the same thing that I showed you just now. Try to do your best" Apinya said pushing the parts to Pete.
"After this you'll learn how to separate the parts" She added, keenly observing Pete.
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