Clone Secrets_Book 2 of the Clone Crisis Trilogy by Melissa Faye

Author:Melissa Faye [Faye, Melissa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Melissa Faye
Published: 2018-06-30T22:00:00+00:00

BY SUNRISE, I WAS STRUGGLING to stay awake. I woke Etta and Sven so we could stop to eat. And maybe I could rest. Sven had other plans.

“I’ve been reading about guns,” he said. “We need to practice with them. There are only three of us, and if we don’t even know how to use weapons, we don’t stand a chance.”

We hopped out of the truck to stretch our legs and Sven pulled the bag of weapons from the back. He laid a few of the guns out in front of us.

“What do you want to do?” Etta asked. “Show me how to use those.”

Sven smiled. “Let’s start here.” He pointed to a picture on his holoscreen of a man standing with his legs shoulder distance apart, holding the gun with two hands straight out in front of him.

We practiced without the guns first. It felt like a game. Stand here, elbows up, knees bent slightly, lean forward to brace for recoil. Etta and I couldn’t stop smirking, and after Sven made us practice our grip by clenching each other’s hands tightly, we burst into a fit of giggles that we couldn’t stop. Sven stood near us, watching us laugh and shaking his head. We teased him for his stubbornness and eventually got him laughing too.

Sven made sure the guns weren’t loaded so we could practice holding them the right way. We found the safeties and clicked them off and on. We found a group of bushes to practice aiming, looking through the sights while maintaining our stance and grip. Sven got into it, walking around with his legs out wide like a cowboy from an old movie.

Our joking and laughing ended almost as soon as we started practicing with bullets. I struggled to keep all the pieces in my head at the same time while making sure the gun was pointed far away from Etta and Sven. It was different when the camp was attacked. I held the gun loosely, uncomfortable with its weight. I was acting on adrenaline alone. Now we needed to be prepared. We needed to stay level-headed.

Etta shot her gun first. She took her stance, gripped the handle, and placed her finger on the trigger. I held my breath.

The sound of the gunshot sliced through the dry air. Etta’s arm’s recoiled upwards after she shot, and she grimaced. She lowered the gun to the ground with one arm and used the other to massage her own shoulder.

“Don’t look at me like that, Charlie,” she said. “That’s harder than I thought.”

We took turns practicing shooting into the bush, then switched to aiming at targets. We used an old water bottle at first until each of us hit it at least once. I was ready to collapse, and begged for a break.

Sven grabbed some protein packs and water from the truck, and we sat on the ground to eat. I kept thinking about the gun I had used when the camp was attacked. I still didn’t think I knew enough to hold one properly or aim it accurately.

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