The Eyes of Fate (Currently in Rewrite)

Military Grade

Sentinel

Home

Washington State, USA

October 4th, 2019

The knock at the door came right as Sentinel was walking towards it.

"Hey Sentinel, you up yet?" Ranger's muffled voice came from the other side of the door.

Instead of answering, Sentinel opened the door. Ranger was standing there wearing military fatigues with a big backpack on. He looked every bit the military man his name implied he was, and Sentinel cocked his head looking at him.

"Grab some outdoor clothes," Ranger said, gesturing down at himself, "We're heading outside for the day."

"Boots or tennis shoes?" Sentinel asked. He stepped back and opened the door to his closet, grabbing a windbreaker jacket from inside.

"Sneakers should be fine," Ranger said, "It hasn't rained recently, so there shouldn't be any mud."

Ranger stepped aside to let Sentinel out, and he shut the door behind him. 

"We all going outside today? Or just you and me?" He asked.

"Just you and me this time. Come on."

Ranger led him through the house back until they were in the room the two of them had met in. It felt like an eternity, even though it had only been a few days, and Sentinel noticed that all of the sandbags that had been setup before were nowhere to be seen. Ranger kept walking though, and Sentinel stayed close to him until they hit the other end of the room, which was shut with a keypad next to it.

"This is the armory," Ranger said, keying in the code and pushing the door open.

The armory looked like it been copied straight out of a military base, and Sentinel figured it probably had. On the right wall were lines of rifles and pistols on racks, with magazines and boxes of ammunition neatly stacked above them. Past those were heavier weapons, rocket launchers and sniper rifles and several big machine guns that Sentinel didn't recognize. Past the racks was what looked like a display wall, with several dozen different guns on them. The opposite wall had several large tables lining it, with a couple more cabinets at either end.

"Dang, Ranger," Sentinel said, taking it all in along with the smell of oil and metal, "Are you planning to form an army?"

"If I have to," Ranger said mock-defensively, "I like to have a weapon for every situation, plus some backups just in case."

"Makes sense."

"Of course it does." Ranger started pointing at the cabinets. "Grenades and rockets are in the far cabinets, cleaning, safety, and medical supplies in the near ones. You won't need any of those for today though, since we're just taking you out to the range to get you used to firing weapons. Come on, we're going to get you ready."

Ranger outfitted him with a pistol, a Glock 19 like he had picked days before, along with a holster for it, a rifle he was told was an AR-15, and a rucksack that contained several boxes of ammo, earplugs, and a medical kit 'just in case'. He was also now wearing a kevlar vest and a helmet. 

"I won't make you wear all of this every time," Ranger explained, "But you're going to wear it this time for your safety, alright?"

"Alright," Sentinel said, putting on the rucksack and groaning at the weight. "Damn this thing's heavy."

"If you think it's heavy now, wait until after we get to the far range." Ranger said, grinning at him.

"The far range?" Sentinel asked, already dreading the answer.