Page 37 of Savage Throne
They nodded.
Uh. . .maybe I can hang back with these guys too. . .
Leo turned to me. “Let’s go.”
Damn it.
Song, Leo, and I walked forward.
What the fuck are we about to do?
Then, I began to see a clearing bathed in moonlight and at its heart stood a rustic wooden cabin that looked like it had been planted there ages ago.
O-kay. So. . .a cabin. Why?
We walked toward it and right as we got in front of the cabin, Song and Leo took a sharp right turn.
Alright. So we’re not going to the cabin.
We headed around the structure, going to the back.
That was when I spotted a table with what looked to be tons of guns on it, and things further away that I couldn’t quite make out.
However, there were rows of something.
Leo stopped us right there.
Song went to the side and flipped on a switch.
Floodlights came on. Instantly, the harsh artificial light bathed the area.
Oh.
I checked out the place.
It was definitely a makeshift gun range, Leo’s monks must have set it up.
Massive targets were spread out far in the distance. Huge six feet tall and four feet wide wooden planks. Each one was painted in blue and black with a huge gold point in the center.
The targets varied in distance and were arranged in ten rows, each farther than the last.
The first row was about fifty yards away and the last row looked like it could have been a few hundred yards off.
I went up to the table covered in guns.
Leo got next to me. “Why do you think you’re here?”
I looked at the shotgun on the side. “You want to see how far I can shoot?”
“I already know. I just want you to remind yourself.”
He gestured to the guns. “Four Aces’ main business is guns. We make the majority of them in the East. Then, we export them to not only Paradise City but all around the world. Right now, you are looking at our top models.”
There were so many—different sizes, different styles, all gleaming under the faint moonlight.
Some were massive, designed for brute force.
Others were sleeker, lighter, almost delicate in their design.
