Post by Corey Spencer on Apr 17, 2016 14:59:58 GMT -6
"Just remember to relax." Corey said quietly as he peered through the binoculars at the small target that was nailed to a tree roughly 100 meters away. One of the reasons the Academy liked arranging these camping trips was to strip away distractions from the students. The world around the young mutants was a volatile one and it seemed as though every day brought another worry for the teens and college students. Getting them away from it all for a long weekend was seen as cathartic, a form or relaxation therapy. Or something like that. Corey wasn't a psychiatrist, even though he knew some people (himself included) had needed and escape at some point in their lives. Corey had been ordered to therapy himself during his career in the Army and had seen many good soldiers crippled by wounds no one could see. While he would debate the methods the Academy happened to be using, the goal here was, at the very least, to try and find some common ground between the students and staff. And if Corey was able to break out his scoped AR-15 assault rifle for some practice, then all the better.
At the moment Corey, and a lucky student were laying in the brush on a stretch of flat, grassy terrain. He'd secured the vaguely person-shaped silhouetted target to a tree at a distance that would be a challenge, without being impossible. He would probably be chastised if the board of directors knew he'd handed a student a loaded, 5.56 caliber assault rifle but he really didn't care. He'd always found something oddly therapeutic about shooting and, if anything, he figured it would show the student he had a certain amount of trust.
"Alright. Make sure you've got you stable base." Corey lowered the binoculars and looked over the student to make sure their prone shooting position was satisfactory. His eyes traveled along the teenager's body, checking the lines and angles for proper form. He nodded a little and shifted some, bringing the binoculars up so he could get an up close look at the target. "Just like I showed you." He directed, his tone low. "Exhale, hold, switch the weapon from 'safe' to 'semi' and pull the trigger."
At the moment Corey, and a lucky student were laying in the brush on a stretch of flat, grassy terrain. He'd secured the vaguely person-shaped silhouetted target to a tree at a distance that would be a challenge, without being impossible. He would probably be chastised if the board of directors knew he'd handed a student a loaded, 5.56 caliber assault rifle but he really didn't care. He'd always found something oddly therapeutic about shooting and, if anything, he figured it would show the student he had a certain amount of trust.
"Alright. Make sure you've got you stable base." Corey lowered the binoculars and looked over the student to make sure their prone shooting position was satisfactory. His eyes traveled along the teenager's body, checking the lines and angles for proper form. He nodded a little and shifted some, bringing the binoculars up so he could get an up close look at the target. "Just like I showed you." He directed, his tone low. "Exhale, hold, switch the weapon from 'safe' to 'semi' and pull the trigger."