After the addressing, the Boss called me aside, his voice low and mysterious, sending a shiver down my spine. "Gabriel, I'd like to have a word with you," he said, his eyes gleaming with intensity, his gaze piercing through me like a sharp knife.
I followed him, curious about what he wanted to discuss, my mind racing with possibilities. We headed out of the mansion, into the crisp morning air, the sun casting a warm glow over the landscape. I had thought we would just be staying around the mansion area, perhaps taking a leisurely stroll through the gardens, but instead, the Boss led me to a nearby shed, tucked away in a corner of the estate.
As we approached the shed, I noticed a collection of hunting guns lined up on the wall, their sleek barrels glinting in the sunlight. My heart skipped a beat as the Boss turned to me, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.
"Can you handle a hunting gun, Gabriel?" he asked, his eyes narrowing slightly as he watched me, his gaze searching for any sign of hesitation.
I shook my head, feeling a sense of unease wash over me. "I've never even seen a hunting gun before, not to talk of handling it," I replied, my voice honest and open, my words tumbling out in a rush.
The Boss's smile showed how amazed he was, his eyes widening in surprise, his eyebrows shooting up in incredulity. "Really?" he asked, his voice tinged with disbelief, his tone dripping with skepticism. "You've never seen a hunting gun before?"
I shook my head again, feeling a sense of puzzlement, unsure of why he was so amazed. Didn't he believe me? I thought to myself, a hint of defensiveness creeping into my voice.
But then he spoke out, his voice filled with admiration, his words dripping with sincerity. "I'm really amazed, Gabriel, at how outspoken and bold you are," he said, his eyes gleaming with approval. "You speak with no sort of pressure, even though I'm still a stranger to you, and we just got to meet for the first time yesterday."
I felt a sense of confusion, unsure of how to respond, my mind racing with questions. Why was he so amazed? What did he expect me to say? I thought to myself, my eyes locked on his, searching for answers.
The Boss pulled a gun out of the rack, its sleek barrel glinting in the sunlight. He handed it to me, his eyes locked on mine, his expression serious and intense.
"This is a hunting rifle, Gabriel," he said, his voice firm and authoritative, his words dripping with a sense of gravity. "It's used for hunting large game, like deer and wild boar. It's a powerful tool, and it demands respect."
I took the gun, feeling its weight in my hands, my heart racing with excitement and a hint of nervousness. The gun felt solid and substantial, its grip fitting comfortably in my hands.
"Now, let me show you how to operate it," the Boss said, his voice calm and patient, his movements deliberate and precise. "First, you need to load the gun."
He showed me how to insert a cartridge into the chamber, his fingers moving quickly and surely. He explained the importance of making sure the gun was loaded correctly, and the potential dangers of loading it incorrectly.
"Next, you need to aim the gun," he said, his eyes locked on mine, his expression serious. "You do that by looking through the scope and aligning the crosshairs with your target."
He showed me how to adjust the scope, how to focus it, and how to use it to aim at a target. He explained the importance of taking your time, and not rushing the shot.
"Now, let's practice," he said, his voice firm and commanding. "I want you to aim at that target over there."
He pointed to a target set up on the other side of the clearing, a large paper target with a bullseye in the center. The target seemed a long way off, and I felt a surge of doubt and uncertainty.
But the Boss was encouraging, his voice calm and steady. "Remember, Gabriel, aim for the center of the target. Take your time, and don't rush it."
I nodded, my heart racing with excitement and a hint of fear. I aimed the gun, feeling its weight in my hands, my finger on the trigger. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves and steady my aim.
I squeezed the trigger, feeling the gun kick in my hands, the sound of the shot echoing through the clearing. The target seemed to shudder and tremble, and I felt a surge of excitement and pride.
The Boss nodded, a smile on his face. "Good job, Gabriel," he said. "You're a natural."
I grinned, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment. I had never held a gun before, but with the Boss's guidance, I felt confident and capable.
"Now, let's try it again," the Boss said, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "This time, I want you to aim for the outer ring."
I nodded, my heart racing with anticipation. I aimed the gun, feeling its weight in my hands, my finger on the trigger. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves and steady my aim.
I squeezed the trigger, feeling the gun kick in my hands, the sound of the shot echoing through the clearing. The target seemed to shudder and tremble again, and I felt a surge of excitement and pride.
The Boss nodded, a smile on his face. "Good job, Gabriel," he said. "You're getting the hang of it."
I grinned, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment. I was learning, and I was enjoying it. The Boss was a good teacher, patient and encouraging, and I felt grateful for his guidance.
"Focus is a priority in learning how to shoot Gabriel, and try to make every target count, because you don't get another chance after a missed shot."