Bonded

Chapter Twenty

"You shoot just like a gangster!" Louis continued on, turning Harry's entire face red.

"I-I wouldn't say that," he mumbled, embarrassed by the praise.

Louis turned to look at Tony, with a face full of passion. "Can you tech me to shoot like that?" He asked.

Tony shook his head, "I don't have any ability to shoot that way, and it's not really the best form. If you ever want to play against others it'll be easy for them to call you out for blind shooting even if you're not. It does look cool though and you can definitely do it all you want here."

Louis nodded, "I want to try it like that. If I can hit the targets you should take a video so I can show James." He said, looking back at Harry.

"I can take a video no matter how you shoot," Harry chuckled. "I think Mr. Wilson would enjoy seeing it." He added as he pulled out his phone.

Over the next couple hours Tony showed them many techniques with each of the markers that had been brought out. Before long he had both of them hitting targets much further away than the ones they had started out at.

"Okay, I think you're ready for the next stage," Tony announced, proudly placing his hands on his hips.

Harry lifted his goggles up to wipe away the small layer of sweat that had formed. "What's the next stage?" He asked.

Louis came over and passed Harry a barrel cover. They both safetied their guns while listening to their teen guide.

"We have a looped track that has moving targets. You sit in a cart and get pulled around the loop twice where you'll shoot at various targets that'll pop up and move around. Each target is worth so many points and every point is automatically calculated by the computer system."

"That sounds fun," Louis said as Harry nodded in agreement.

"Okay, do you guys want to pick your favourite markers then and I'll put away the rest?" Tony then suggested.

Harry grabbed a longer gun and one that looked like a pistol, while Louis grabbed two of the longer guns but left the largest of the bunch on the table.

Harry frowned. "Are you not picking the biggest gun?" He asked.

Louis shook his head, "It looks cool, and feels cool to hold but it's a tad bit difficult to control. I'd rather hit the targets."

Harry nodded. It had looked like Louis was struggling to use it earlier but he had been so excited to use the biggest gun that Harry figured he would have suffered through it.

The two of them watched as Tony tidied up. He must not have been interested in carrying everything back to the front desk as he chose to shove what they weren't going to use into the locked cabinets outside. All that was left out was the four guns they had picked plus their paintballs and a few extra canisters of CO2. This time Tony accepted their offer to help and allowed them to carry their own paintballs and the extra canisters, while he led the way, holding their guns.

They followed him back inside, and down a long hall, towards the back of the building. Tony propped the guns up against a large locked door, and pulled out his keys to open it. "We have to keep the track locked up for liability reasons," he explained, for no reason at all. "The carts move slowly but if an idiot comes in and stands on the track and allows a cart to hit him, somehow the boss is responsible for it."

Tony, simultaneously, open the door while holding onto the guns to prevent them from falling. He picked them up and held the door open with his back so Louis and Harry could walk through.

They were in a big open space with different bunker areas set up all over. Harry could see some of the track that was closest to him and could make out the path where the track continued by the spaces in the obstacles around the room. The side wall had two, large garage style doors that were both lifted up showing where the track looped outside.