Wings of The Dark, chapter 3
I finally reached the firing range where I always meet Tony and got out of my Jeep Grand Cherokee, a gift from the mafia for killing the Dons ex-wife's playboy, and his ex-wife. I walked inside and finally found Tony sitting on a bench in the 50 feet firing range watching a peroxide blonde dude trying to hit the target and failing horribly, he was so bad I felt insulted for having to teach him how to use a gun and kill people when it looks like he has never held a gun before in his life. I sat down next to Antonio and contiued to watch the blonde.
"Please don't tell me this is the kid you sent me here for," I said after a minute or two.
"Sorry but yes he is. How can you call him a kid when he is three years older than you?" Antonio answered almosty sadly when he told me that I had to train him.
"Fuck this shit. How long do I have to get him ready?"
"As long as you need. My father doesn't have any real interest in him so you can take your time with him, or just blow out his brain, either way works for us," he answered with a slight smile.
"How is your wife, I head she was pregnant?" I asked trying to make conversation other than killing people.
"She's doing great! It's going to be a girl and we have agreed on Michelle," Tony answered with a proud fatherly smile.
"You are going to make a great dad that child is going to be very lucky," I answered with a smile of my own.
After our little talk about Tony becoming a dad the blonde's gun ran out of ammo so he turned around to look at us after taking off his ear muffs. Tony stood up and introduced us. I found out that his name was Gerard and that he had killed a man when he was fifteen, and it changed something in him forever so he joined the New Jersey Mafia. To use its new skills as a cold blooded killer.
But was having nightmares about the people he killed so he needed help to live with them. Thus I came into the picture. After our little introduction I walked over to his cubicle and pressed the button to bring the target closer so we can see how well he did. He did very bad, he fired thirty rounds in the direction of the target and only hit it once, in the arm.
"You have very bad aim you know," I answered truthfully
"I know, I don't know what wrong with me my aim used to be pretty good," he whined.
"I know whats wrong with you, you dont have any reason to hit the target?" I answered matter of factly.
"What do you mean" Gerard asked sounding confused.
"Look I want you to fire at the target, and I'll insult you and we'll see what happens" I replied while putting up another paper target for him.
"Uhmm okay...." Gerard answered again still sounding confused.
I loaded his gun for him and then handed it to him. I stood out of the way and let him get comfortable then I started throwing insults at him while he fired his gun. When he was finished he pressed the button to bring the target closer and the target had one bullethole in the head, the heart and all the rest of them all scattered around the page.
"Not bad but you can do better," I told him with a hint of cockyness
"Let's see you hit the tatrget then miss 'I'm so amazing with a gun,'" Gerard said laughing
"Alright then Blondie give me your gun and step aside," I told him while putting up a new target.
Gerard stood aside and sat down on the bench to watch me. I stood with my weight on both my feet and held the gun in both my hands. The .38 Smith and Wesson handgun was a very popular gun, probably because it got the job done and it cost you close to nothing.
The gun felt warm and natural in my hands, I had been raised around guns. I was born to be a special weapon in the US military CODENAME: ANGEL. A weapon against terrorists and wars in general, so I have been trained to use firearms since I was small, so a gun was one of the most natural things to me in the world.
I fired it twenty times in quick succession and then put down the gun and brought back the target to show Gerard that it was an easy target to hit. Gerard's mouth hung open for a minute or two and then let out a low long whistle after seeing that there was a huge burnt hole on the middle of the head. If that was a real person then their brains would have been all over the wall behind them, it wouldn't have been the first time either.
"You are one scary bitch you know that Crowe, you are one scary bitch," Gerard told me, still in shock, as I was cleaning the gun and re-loading it.
"Please don't tell me this is the kid you sent me here for," I said after a minute or two.
"Sorry but yes he is. How can you call him a kid when he is three years older than you?" Antonio answered almosty sadly when he told me that I had to train him.
"Fuck this shit. How long do I have to get him ready?"
"As long as you need. My father doesn't have any real interest in him so you can take your time with him, or just blow out his brain, either way works for us," he answered with a slight smile.
"How is your wife, I head she was pregnant?" I asked trying to make conversation other than killing people.
"She's doing great! It's going to be a girl and we have agreed on Michelle," Tony answered with a proud fatherly smile.
"You are going to make a great dad that child is going to be very lucky," I answered with a smile of my own.
After our little talk about Tony becoming a dad the blonde's gun ran out of ammo so he turned around to look at us after taking off his ear muffs. Tony stood up and introduced us. I found out that his name was Gerard and that he had killed a man when he was fifteen, and it changed something in him forever so he joined the New Jersey Mafia. To use its new skills as a cold blooded killer.
But was having nightmares about the people he killed so he needed help to live with them. Thus I came into the picture. After our little introduction I walked over to his cubicle and pressed the button to bring the target closer so we can see how well he did. He did very bad, he fired thirty rounds in the direction of the target and only hit it once, in the arm.
"You have very bad aim you know," I answered truthfully
"I know, I don't know what wrong with me my aim used to be pretty good," he whined.
"I know whats wrong with you, you dont have any reason to hit the target?" I answered matter of factly.
"What do you mean" Gerard asked sounding confused.
"Look I want you to fire at the target, and I'll insult you and we'll see what happens" I replied while putting up another paper target for him.
"Uhmm okay...." Gerard answered again still sounding confused.
I loaded his gun for him and then handed it to him. I stood out of the way and let him get comfortable then I started throwing insults at him while he fired his gun. When he was finished he pressed the button to bring the target closer and the target had one bullethole in the head, the heart and all the rest of them all scattered around the page.
"Not bad but you can do better," I told him with a hint of cockyness
"Let's see you hit the tatrget then miss 'I'm so amazing with a gun,'" Gerard said laughing
"Alright then Blondie give me your gun and step aside," I told him while putting up a new target.
Gerard stood aside and sat down on the bench to watch me. I stood with my weight on both my feet and held the gun in both my hands. The .38 Smith and Wesson handgun was a very popular gun, probably because it got the job done and it cost you close to nothing.
The gun felt warm and natural in my hands, I had been raised around guns. I was born to be a special weapon in the US military CODENAME: ANGEL. A weapon against terrorists and wars in general, so I have been trained to use firearms since I was small, so a gun was one of the most natural things to me in the world.
I fired it twenty times in quick succession and then put down the gun and brought back the target to show Gerard that it was an easy target to hit. Gerard's mouth hung open for a minute or two and then let out a low long whistle after seeing that there was a huge burnt hole on the middle of the head. If that was a real person then their brains would have been all over the wall behind them, it wouldn't have been the first time either.
"You are one scary bitch you know that Crowe, you are one scary bitch," Gerard told me, still in shock, as I was cleaning the gun and re-loading it.
