Moosehill Militia (Book 1): INFECTED by Paul Christian

quality t-shirt with a moose head logo with a hill behind the moose head and circular lettering in white with Moosehill on top and M.H. on the bottom, her name Mary on the other side from the logo. Mike thought it actually looks pretty good.
    "That's great sweetie, where did you get that?" Mike asked her.
    "I bought it off a website t-shirt business. You gave me that credit card with a thousand dollar limit every month and I've been buying some clothes for you and me for the last eighteen months or so. Your clothes are in boxes in the basement. You've been so busy I knew you wouldn't buy clothes for yourself." Mary said with a big grin. She ran back into her room and came out with a bag and handed to Mike.
    "Shirts for you and Mac. We’re the Guinea pigs for Moosehill Working Apparel for all your employees that work there. I also had a Mohan Group t-shirt made up, yours and Mac's are also in that bag. The two of them went out and got in Mike’s Truck and sped down Rawson Street, then West on Main Street Past the Super Walmart and finally taking a right heading north on Donnelly Road right up to the main gates at the Moosehill southern gate. Mike showed his identification which was ridiculous Mary thought, since her Dad owns the company. They drove past Mohan Manor and past the underground complex and around the solar Arrays and down the road to the airport. About half way down on the right they turned off onto a dirt road that Mike drove down for two hundred yards and it opened up into a gravel parking lot surrounded by woods except facing north which had a gravel area approximately one hundred yards wide by two hundred yard long. Along the side and the back were gravel berms fifteen feet high and the back was almost twice that height.
    Mike backed his truck up where there’s were wooden tables with a open sided roofed area all along the firing line covering the tables, for bad weather shooting days. Mary realized. Mike put down the tailgate and pulled some equipment out and put them on the table.
    Mac pulled up while this was going on and backed in also. He greeted Mary and Mike and pulled several gun cased out of his truck.
    “Hey, Sweet Pea.” Mac greeted Mary.
    “Good afternoon Mac, what are we going to shoot today? She inquired.
    “Well I got a few rifles and a few handguns. But first we need to go over the range safety rules.” He said. “First, no loaded weapons until where on the firing line. Second keep your finger off the trigger until you’re ready to shoot. Third, never point a gun at anything unless you intend to kill it. Fourth, always empty a gun before handing it to someone.” Mac stated. Mary listened intently, of course she heard this all from her father before a million times she thought.
    “Okay then, there will be more rules as we go along. Mac asked me to teach you. It’s not always a good thing having your father show you, it can be frustrating for both parents and children. So I volunteered to do it.” Lucky you.” Mac said with a smile.
    Mike observed and readied his own Glock 21.He also brought his M & P 45 Caliber Compact and his M &P Shield, plus his M-4 rifle. Mike watched as Mac showed Mary how to load the pistol he handed her, a Shield 9mm, it was semi compact and she should be able to get her hands around the grip. After showing her how to load the bullet in the magazines and then take them out several times. Mac allowed her to put a magazine into the magazine well until it clicked in. The slide lock was engaged so the gun could not be fired and there was no bullet in the Chamber at this point. He had her holster the gun into a holster she put on earlier.
    Mike went down about twenty yards and set up two stands with cardboard and stapled two basic silhouettes that police use. He came back to the firing line and Mac had Mary take her gun out and he showed her the two most common stances for a handgun, the Weaver stance that most police switched over too from the isosceles