Lee's POV (continued):
'It's time to pull out the big guns.' Okay what is that even supposed to mean? We watch Connor as he heads off towards the unlit corner of the massive room. As he's swallowed by the darkness and we can no longer see him, he can obviously see us as we hear his voice echo, "You lot coming or not?"
Jumping into action we all jog steadily in the direction of where we hear his voice coming from, only slowing to a stop when we find him standing outside what looks like a massive vault that stretches from floor to ceiling and the walls on either side as well. I can only assume that he wanted us to get the full effect as only once we all look at him expectantly does he enter a pin and then spin the massive dial, after which a series of dull clicks can be heard and then an almighty clang.
It pops open with a hiss of air and slowly swinging the door all the way open, Connor takes a second to glance back at us and grins at the looks on our faces, "It's pretty impressive, huh?"
"Holy shit." But after pinching myself to make sure I'm not hallucinating, I'm not exaggerating when I say that every single inch of the room- no not room, hall, is covered in weaponry and tactical gear. Rifles, knives, machine guns, grenades, body suits, hand guns, bulletproof vests, literally anything and everything I could possibly imagine or conjure up in my brain is lining the walls or hung up in the racks that fill the rest of the space. As it turns out, a plain looking adjoining door that's on the far side of the hall to where we came in, reveals even more hidden secrets as it opens out into a large underground shooting range. While we're all busy gawking around, Connor starts collecting the things we apparently need, kitting each of us out with protective vests, glasses and earmuffs and only then handing over a well taken care of pistol into each of our eager hands.
"Alright, just so you that you know, but these pistols aren't loaded at the moment so you can't do any damage yet. Now, first things first, let's get the important question out of the way, have any of you ever shot one of these, or anything similar?" In reply to Connor's question we all shake our heads and I feel a bit foolish for having suggested something that none of us have ever done before. Connor notices this I think as he gives me a reassuring glance, "Okay, that's not a problem at all, after you have me as a teacher so don't you worry, I'll have you shooting bullseye's in no time."
Then gesturing to the pistol in his hands he continues, "So this baby right here is a Glock 17 gen 5. Firstly, you will need to push the button here to release the magazine so that you can load it." He demonstrates by pushing the small button at the top on the side of the grip and then clicks a small rounded bullet into the black magazine in his hands. "Then the magazine is pushed back into the hand grip until you hear it click and that's when you know it's locked back in place." He repeats the step again to show us how it's done correctly before advancing to the next part, "So at this point you have a loaded gun, but you still can't shoot anything, does anyone know the reason to why that might be?"
Looking around at us boys expectantly, but when we both shrug, Em raises her hand, "Do you need to push back a safety lever or something like that?"
Connor grins widely, "Perfect Em! That's exactly what you have to do. If you take a closer look, as you can see here, there is a small safety lever and this has to be disengaged before you can do anything else. After that you have to pull the slide all the way back with your palm and that then releases the first bullet into the chamber. However you don't have to do this after every shot, only once every time after you have finished reloading. Flicking the lever and pulling the slide back, his face suddenly becomes very stern, "So now the pistol is loaded and the safety is off. Rule number 1: Never turn around with a loaded gun in a shooting range and rule number 2: you never ever point a gun at anyone else in here. Do you understand me?"
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