Jacob Mackay
He walked into the shooting range with an agenda. After speaking to those in charge, he went out to where the action took place. He didn't bother to wear anything over his ears. The sound of bullets was very familiar to him from his time in Singapore.
Jacob saw Zion Castle stand behind a ledge and aim at the paper stationary target far ahead. He had a nice aim. His body stance was right and Jacob saw he had hit the bullseye many times. Zion wasn't a novice at shooting. He knew exactly what he was doing.
He came up at his side, hands shoved in the pockets of his dress pants. Immediately, Zion felt the extra presence, despite his muffled ears. He halted his shots and faced his side with the Glock raised to the intruder's skull at once. He had paid a worthy sum to have this place all to himself.
