Nikki Yeager

*conversation from memory, not exact* 

Me: "Can't wait to come to DC!" 

Sam: "me either! So i was thinking we'd go to this Chinese restaurant that presidents eat at and then on Sunday how about  we...: 

Me: *smiling* 

Sam: "we can go shoot guns" 

And at that point I smiled and said a little *yay*. Shooting was on my 21 things list and SURPRISE it just happened - guns just happened. 

So I hopped a 15 dollar bus by myself and slept through a 4 hour ride before stumbling onto the street bleery eyed and ready to enjoy my DC visit. We ended up getting sandwiches in chinatown rather than Chinese but the next day we resumed as planned. With four guns and a crapload of bullets in the car we headed out to the shooting range. 

At the range we got to choose between five paper targets - zombie terrorist, mean mugger, five circles, a blue faceless man or a tiny black figure. 

We went with the tiny black figure, put on some big airplane-grade headphones and protective eyegear. Then two marines (my friend and her boyfriend) escorted me and the guns behind a door and into a little cubicle-like shooting area. 

Usually not a situation to be enjoyed, but I made an exception.

Safely in our cubicle we attached the black figure paper to a cardboard thing and pressed the button to put it 5 meters away. And then the boyfriend showed me how to load a .22 Walther - the baby gun. 

After which he stepped back and left me with nothing but my finger and a trigger. 

So I took a breathe, held the black handgun up and... BOOM. Shot the figure in the belly. 

Next came a 9mm Glock 19. The gun I was warned about . It had much more kick and it could possibly recoil and make my hand waver, sending the bullet off target.

Or it could just scare the freaking pants off me. 

So I took a deep breathe, exhaled and lined the sight dots up. My finger on the trigger I applied some pressure, closed my eyes (yes, I'm smart) and shot. 

BAM! 

I hit the man again! And I didn't pee my pants from fear! Two point for Nikki.

Fueled by confidence I went on a shooting rampage. Bam. Bam. Bam. 

When I pulled the paper back I saw it. I killed him. 

Shot him dead. 

I rock.