“You’re infighting skills are second to none. I’ve never seen anything, or anyone, quite like you,” Billy-Bob smiled, handing her the weapon. “What are you anyway?”
“I figured that.”
“Neither am I,” Lasseter chimed.
“I figured that, too. But how is Akira’s infighting talent going to help if we need some spooky action at a distance?”
Paul and Lasseter perked up, as if Billy-Bob had said something important.
“Like shooting at SUVs? Fingers into daggers ‘not goin’ to do us much good when the enemy’s down the road.”
Paul and Lasseter’s shoulders slumped.
“He’s talking about shooting,” Paul groaned.
“Of course, I’m talking about shooting. What else?”” Billy-Bob turned his head toward Lasseter, “Unless you have some sort of ray gun, she’s gonna need this,” Billy-Bob released his grip from the AK47, handing it to Akira.
“All of us need to learn how the weapons in the back of this truck work.”
“I don’t need you to show me,” Akira replied, hoisting the sights to eye level.
“I’d feel better if we went through this, as a group, at least once,” Billy-Bob countered, waiving at Paul and Lasseter to move in closer.
Both ambled in his direction.
“Now, pay attention,” Billy-Bob continued as the circle grew tighter. He took the weapon from Akira’s grip and held it high the air.
“First rule: Never touch or put your finger on the trigger unless and until you are ready, willing and able to take someone out. This is not a toy. Understand?” His voice reverberated throughout the room
Everyone nodded, eyes wide. Akira waited patiently for him to finish.
“When you decide it is time to shoot, this is your safety selector switch. Flick it once for semi, twice for fully automatic.”
He demonstrated: “Once, twice.” He held the weapon high, flicking the switch so all could see. The sounds of sharp metallic clicks echoed off the walls. “It’s simple. Understand?”
“When you empty your mag, your release is right here,” He slapped the weapon hard. “Out with the old, in with the new.”
The group watched silently.
Billy-Bob jammed home a new magazine. Tuck it. Slap it. Make sure it’s good and tight. You don’t want to be losing ammo in a firefight. Slap the bolt home and you’re ready. That’s all there is to it. Got it?”
“Other than that, you keep this weapon in the back of the truck or pointed at the floor at all fucking times. If you pick it up, point it, or put your finger on the trigger, it’s shoot or get shot. Understand?”
Akira nodded, stepping closer. “I prefer infighting.”