The trio traded stunned glances before the burly guy hit the console again, his initial skepticism replaced by genuine intrigue. "Alright, let's see how you handle real pressure."
He jacked the speed up to max, setting a randomized program that popped multiple moving silhouettes down the range at once. Smiling, I didn't just grab one pistol—I reached down and picked up a second 9mm off the bench, holding one in each hand.
I stepped up to the line, completely in my element. As the targets flashed into motion, I opened fire. Bang-bang-bang-bang.
The rhythm was relentless. Shell casings rained down onto the concrete as I alternated targets, tracking movement effortlessly with dual sight lines. When both slides locked back empty, I ejected the magazines simultaneously, slapped two fresh cli
