Chapter 3 - Red Hope @ redhope.net

Cameron glanced from the tub to her charge. "No." She went to the handrail on the opposite side of the
deck. "Toss me an apple." She neatly caught it when Sarah threw it. She placed it on the rail, which was
about an inch and half wide. She then came over to her charge.
Sarah toyed with the other apple. She became serious though when Cameron lifted up the black
handgun by the muzzle. She stared at the gun held out to her. She nervously took it but gave the apple
to Cameron.
The terminator stood to the younger woman's side and inquired, "Do you know what kind of gun this
is" She went to the hot tub and placed the second apple there.
Sarah shrugged and replied, "A handgun."
"It is a seventeen-round Glock nine millimeter semi-automatic."
Sarah faintly nodded and tried to get accustom to the feel of it in her hand.
"It has a safe action trigger system and can take a seventeen, nineteen, or thirty-three bullet magazine."
Cameron reached to her back pocket and produced an example magazine. "This is a standard seventeen
bullet capacity magazine for a Glock."
Sarah licked her lips and gingerly took the magazine. She turned it over then handed it back to her new
teacher. "How much does this weigh" She tried to gauge it herself.
"Unloaded it is twenty-two point zero four ounces. If it's loaded then it weighs thirty-one point ninetyone
ounces." Cameron took back the Glock and educated Sarah on how to unload the magazine, load it,
how the safety worked, and to rack the gun. She returned it to Sarah and ordered her to unload, reload,
and rack the gun.
Sarah demonstrated her ability to quickly learn and dropped out the magazine. She easily caught it but
promptly rammed it back in the handle grip. She then was racking the first bullet by pulling back the
slider.
"Good," Cameron approved. "Now, you must learn how to hold it properly. Turn off the safety, first."
Sarah switched it then noted that Cameron went behind her. She had the Glock down at her side until
Cameron told her to raise it. She did so and idly eyed the distant apple on the rail.
"There is a proper, formal stance," Cameron prompted. She grabbed Sarah's hips. "Move your right foot
back further." She waited until Sarah had it just right then she used her boot tip and kicked Sarah's foot
back a few inches until it was horizontal. "Your left foot's heel should be aligned with her right's heel."
Sarah looked down at her feet and adjusted her left. But again, Cameron carefully nudged Sarah's left
foot into a diagonal. "This is a front stance."
"Yes." Cameron was pleased that her pupil knew the stance now. "Next, you must properly grip the
gun." She edged closer to her student then stretched out her right arm. "Loosen your grip some."
Sarah sensed the terminator's warm body brush against her back, but she eased her grip on the handle.
She trailed her eyes to the gun and watched Cameron make a few adjustments. She softly cleared her
throat then asked, "Is there a name for this grip"