Chapter 189 Sams Training II (1/2)
Sam entered the weapons room and stared at all of the various weapons that were on display there, and gulped. It was already impressive enough from the outside.
Kyle came up behind him, patted him on the shoulder and said, ”Have fun. See you in two hours.”
Perhaps it is a male thing but Sam's eyes shone as he took in all the various weapons in front of him.
Lucka took a long look at Sam, sizing him up and taking note of his height, weight and body frame. He pressed a button on the panel at the table and the room underwent a change.
Walls flipped, tables flipped and some parts moved inwards then out. Now, only various types of throwing weapons and handguns were displayed.
”Show me your hand,” Lucka commanded.
Sam obediently gave both his hands towards Lucka, palms up. Lucka gripped his palm, turned it around and then asked, ”How is your throwing skill?”
”Zero?” Sam answered.
”No, I am Lucka,” Lucka replied.
”No, I meant zero skills,” Sam said, ”I never took up any sort of sports. I believe I have absolutely no skills whatsoever.”
Lucka stared at him, then reached down under the table and took out a basketball.
”Go back to the door,” Lucka said.
Once Sam was there, Lucka threw the ball at him. Sam barely caught it, his fingers touching on the ball and he grabbed it quickly to his chest.
”Now, throw it back at me,” Lucka instructed.
The ball flew widely to Lucka's left, hitting onto the display there and bounced back hard towards the other side of the room. Lucka ignored the bouncing ball while Sam chased after it.
Lucka pursed his lips then reached into the display case and took out a gun.
”Sam, take this and shoot the target there,” he commanded, pointing at a bullseye on the other side of the room.
Sam came over, handed the basketball to Lucka as he stared at the gun.
”Is it loaded with live bullets?” he asked apprehensively, worried he might accidentally hit Lucka. After all, that ball he threw went in a completely different direction to what he had aimed for.
”No, it's just rubber bullets,” assured Lucka, ”Won't kill but it'll still hurt like hell. This is a special gun, just for testing purposes.”
Sam nodded, taking the gun. It was heavier than he expected and smooth to the touch. For some reason, he found it to be quite thrilling, holding it in his hands.
He looked at the target and stood there, wondering what to do.
”Stand straight, legs slightly apart and make sure to bend the elbow of your shooting arm a bit,” Lucka instructed, ”Support your shooting hand with the other, to steady it and also to be prepared for the recoil. As this is your first time shooting, you may not know how much force the recoil is.”
”To aim, set your shooting sight along the top barrel of the gun,” Lucka continued, ”Make the line of sight straight and try to aim it towards the target. There is no wind factor to take into account here, so this will give us a good idea of your ability.”
Sam nodded and concentrated. He followed Lucka's instructions. He stood as was adviced by Lucka and closing one eye, focused on the target and pressed the trigger.
He jerked back a bit at the recoil but as he was prepared for it, it didn't affect him much. Lucka looked at the target, then at Sam and a slight smile formed on his lips.
”Looks like you have quite a hidden talent,” Lucka said.
Sam couldn't believe his eyes.
A hole could be seen right at the bullseye.
”I did that? Really? Me? It must have been a fluke, right? What are the chances?” Sam said in disbelief.
”Knock yourself out then,” Lucka said, changing the target. Now, there were four in front of him.
Ten minutes later, they walked out of the weapons room.
”We will get the development team to create a special gun for you,” Lucka was telling Sam, ”I have already submitted the video of your shots, and also your physique details.”
”There are many types of concealed weapons but currently, what is best requires 9mm calibre. Popular choices would be Smith & Wesson M&P Shield, or the Glock 26,” Lucka explained patiently as they sat at the conference table.