Greg stared at Kyle.
"O-kay," he said, nodding, sighing in disappointment.
This time, everyone nearby could see the disbelief on his face. Keanu frowned a bit at that, but didn't say a word. For some strange reason, he believed in the kid. He knew that he didn't have to say anything as actions speak louder than words.
Greg then led them to a section that had been cordoned off from the rest of the set.
It was made to look like a room, with several target areas. Kyle surveyed the room quickly, his eyes catching and taking note of the uneven floor, location of the bulls-eyes that were placed in random places and some things that were randomly placed to obscure some targets.
Gred led them to a table and showed Kyle an array of 9mm handguns and its respective magazines next to it.
"I'd like to get a feel of your skills with a gun," Greg explained, showing him the guns in front of him, "Choose one and take 2 magazines, then shoot the targets in this room."
