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Hit Me With Your Best Shot

*I don't own Transformers or anything affiliated with Transformers. I only own my original characters and plots. All rights go to Michael Bay and Steven Spielberg.*

The morning sun shone brightly through the windows. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. Looking around at my surroundings, I noticed that I was in my bedroom. The last thing I remembered was falling asleep downstairs on the couch. I shook the thought from my mind and got up off of my bed. I walked over to my dresser to look for something to wear.

My drawers were getting packed with clothes, and sooner or later I wouldn't have any space for them at all. My closet was an option but it was a wreck as well. I sighed and picked out a pair of shorts, a flowy black shirt and a black and white checkered flannel. I changed and grabbed my black combat boots from my closet.

After putting them on I walked out of my bedroom and made my way downstairs. My mom was sitting on the recliner and Anna was playing with random toys on the floor but I noticed that my dad and Ron weren't here. I sat down on the couch and propped my feet up on the coffee table.

"Are dad and Ron at the base or something?" I asked her.

She nodded. "Yeah. They said something about preparing new recruits or something."

"More new people?"

"It's something like that," she simply replied.

I sighed and stood up. I really felt like shooting something, so I walked over to the door. My mom's voice stopped me.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to shoot. I'm having withdrawals," I chuckled.

She shook her head at me. "Be careful."

"Always am, Sarah. Bye now," I told her and ran out the door.

It was warm outside, so that was a good thing considering I was wearing shorts. I walked past my mom's Tahoe and over to the shed. I unlocked the doors and stepped in to retrieve my gear.

My bag of equipment was placed by the handgun case. After picking it up, I opened the case and took out a Glock 19 and a Kimber ICQB. I loaded up some ammo and placed the guns into my bag before going to walk back out of the shed.

What stopped me though was the sight of the machine gun case. I walked over to it and stared at the many guns inside. My dad had told me not to use these because he thought they would be too dangerous and powerful for me, but I had always wanted to shoot one and right now I was getting a little too eager. And plus if I was going to be in the army, I needed to learn to shoot one, right?

Without thinking I slid the gun case open. I took out one of the guns, an M27 IAR, and loaded it up.

What my dad didn't know wouldn't kill him, I thought.

I quickly walked out of the gun shed and trudged up the hill to the range. I laid my equipment down by my post and removed everything. After putting on my goggles and putting in my ear pieces, I picked up the M27. A mischievous smile spread across my face as I loaded the gun up with ammo. After I finished loading I was ready to shoot. I aimed the machine gun at the target and set it on automatic. It was ridiculously loud, even through my ear pieces and that was something I didn't like. Since I had never shot one of these before the bullets sprayed everywhere and although I was having a lot fun with it, I switched it off and placed it back in the bag before I could do any damage.

The next gun I picked up was the Glock. I loaded it and aimed it at the target, which was splattered with bullet holes from the M27. I concentrated solely on the target and shot eleven rounds. Each of them hit the target directly in the middle and I silently praised myself. I unloaded the gun and placed it on safety before putting it in the bag.