Chapter Two : Ghost From The Past
After loading the gun with a couple of bullets, I continued on to the backroom. Our practice range was orginally a kitchen, but me and Virgil fixed it into something that would be more helpful. It was a huge room, all the walls a stone brick red, which helped a lot when a bullet richoched off a target. The targets were just round cut-outs of wood, that were connected to a machine that moved them from left to right across the room, and back. This was obviously what we used for targets. I hit the switch to get them moving and warmed up.
Once the targets were up and moving, I put on some earmuffs, and fired a couple of shots. From what I could see at first, there was absolutly nothing wrong with the gun. I reloaded it quickly and fired some more off. Nothing was different. It fired very smoothly, without hardly any whiplash, which you didn't see in many guns. As I was putting my earmuffs back up on the rack I got them off of, I heard the doorbell ring. Turning off the targets, I raced through the backrooms to the front counter. Of course, it was the same guy from before. "I came to see if any problems were discovered." he said as I reached the counter. "Well.... I'm sorry, but to tell ya the truth I couldn't find anything wrong with it. There's no clog of any sort, its very nicely cleaned, and the bullets weren't the wrong kind or anything like that. I dunno how to help you any further... but if you wanna come around back to our practice range and see for yourself I'll be happy to escort you." I said as I slid on top of my stool. He raised his eyebrow at the offer. "Well.... I guess I'll take you up on that offer." he answered after a couple of minutes had passed.
I quickly led him to the practice range and started the machine up again. It wouldn't take long to warm it up since I had just been using it. Zeke peeked his head in, and by his expression I could tell that he didn't like this stranger in our backroom. I shrugged and signed for him to leave. He appliged almost immediately. "Very nice room you have back here." he said out of the blue. I jumped a little as I heard the click of the gun being loaded. "Oh... thanks. Me and a co-worker built it by ourselves..." I said as I watched the targets move back and forth. "Well, anytime your ready, go ahead." I put on my earmuffs and stepped back a little as I watched him try to fire the gun. He pulled the trigger, hard. Nothing happened. Not a puff of smoke, no smell, no noise. "I thought you said nothing was wrong with it." he said as he turned to look at me. I could feel my face turning beet-red. "Here, lemme see it again.." I grabbed the gun out of his hands and fired a shot. It worked. Perfectly, it shot a bullet straight through one of the targets. "Well, this is very interesting." he said as I saw an small expression of shock on his face.
After loading the gun with a couple of bullets, I continued on to the backroom. Our practice range was orginally a kitchen, but me and Virgil fixed it into something that would be more helpful. It was a huge room, all the walls a stone brick red, which helped a lot when a bullet richoched off a target. The targets were just round cut-outs of wood, that were connected to a machine that moved them from left to right across the room, and back. This was obviously what we used for targets. I hit the switch to get them moving and warmed up.
Once the targets were up and moving, I put on some earmuffs, and fired a couple of shots. From what I could see at first, there was absolutly nothing wrong with the gun. I reloaded it quickly and fired some more off. Nothing was different. It fired very smoothly, without hardly any whiplash, which you didn't see in many guns. As I was putting my earmuffs back up on the rack I got them off of, I heard the doorbell ring. Turning off the targets, I raced through the backrooms to the front counter. Of course, it was the same guy from before. "I came to see if any problems were discovered." he said as I reached the counter. "Well.... I'm sorry, but to tell ya the truth I couldn't find anything wrong with it. There's no clog of any sort, its very nicely cleaned, and the bullets weren't the wrong kind or anything like that. I dunno how to help you any further... but if you wanna come around back to our practice range and see for yourself I'll be happy to escort you." I said as I slid on top of my stool. He raised his eyebrow at the offer. "Well.... I guess I'll take you up on that offer." he answered after a couple of minutes had passed.
I quickly led him to the practice range and started the machine up again. It wouldn't take long to warm it up since I had just been using it. Zeke peeked his head in, and by his expression I could tell that he didn't like this stranger in our backroom. I shrugged and signed for him to leave. He appliged almost immediately. "Very nice room you have back here." he said out of the blue. I jumped a little as I heard the click of the gun being loaded. "Oh... thanks. Me and a co-worker built it by ourselves..." I said as I watched the targets move back and forth. "Well, anytime your ready, go ahead." I put on my earmuffs and stepped back a little as I watched him try to fire the gun. He pulled the trigger, hard. Nothing happened. Not a puff of smoke, no smell, no noise. "I thought you said nothing was wrong with it." he said as he turned to look at me. I could feel my face turning beet-red. "Here, lemme see it again.." I grabbed the gun out of his hands and fired a shot. It worked. Perfectly, it shot a bullet straight through one of the targets. "Well, this is very interesting." he said as I saw an small expression of shock on his face.
