Black Flag Rising: A James Jackson Thriller by Jesse Russell

Author:Jesse Russell [Russell, Jesse]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Publisher: Jesse Russel Books
Published: 2016-11-23T00:00:00+00:00

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Tom pulled up in a new side by side ATV with a mini truck bed. He loaded the autos and a couple of grenades, as well as a couple of pistols, and they jumped in.

He drove down a narrow gravel road through the forest and wound around onto a gun range cleared out of the middle of the trees.

“This is amazing Tom, and I appreciate you guys more than you know. But I just want to go in and get them. This is nearly killing me.” Jackson was nervously pacing the floor.

“I get that, Jim. But you know as well as anyone what going in loaded with emotion can lead to. Nothing good.”

Jackson realized he was right, but he hated waiting. Yet, the last thing he wanted was anyone getting hurt. “Yeah… I guess. but let’s make this fast and get moving.”

“Copy that.”

There were thirty shooting stations in all, outfitted with stands, chairs, mounted scopes, and binoculars.

They walked up to two of the stations, and Tom hit a switch. Two targets moved in on rail tracks, with body shaped Kydex targets on them.

Tom grabbed the Mac and stuck a pre-loaded, 100-round mag into it. He attached a full-sized body target on the track and rolled it back out.

“This Mac is just like a small AR, but it will buck and go wild if you don't have a pretty firm hold,” Tom explained. “It will creep up every time, so you need to purposely aim low.”He held it up and cycled through fifteen rounds. It was much quieter than Jackson had imagined.

“Here, you give it a run.” Tom handed the gun to Jackson.

Jackson pulled it up and let loose on the safety.

He gently pulled the trigger and saw what he meant. It wanted to pull itself straight up. The rounds formed a line straight up and off to the right. It also had a surprisingly nice feel. “I see what you mean. It kind of has a mind of its own.”

Tom showed him how to point it lower, and they went again. This time he got them all within twelve inches.

“That's pretty good, Jackson. Go again.” Tom said.

He pulled it up, this time getting ten rounds into a six-inch circle.

“Good enough for goon killing. Hopefully we won't need these,” Jackson said.

“Let's run a few through the pistols.”

They ran a box of 45 through two Sig 1911s and got comfortable with them.

“I'll hold the frags. I have some history with them, and you don't want to play with those things. Let's head back up and get a plan together.” Tom said.

They sat down around a huge hand-crafted wooden table with custom benches just off the kitchen and talked things out. The stress was starting get to Jackson. He nervously tapped his hand on the table. “Guys, this is killing me, knowing my kids are over there. They have to be scared to death. I appreciate all the help, but I'm just going to head over there are get them out. I think I can handle things from here.

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