Doom POV
The night was peaceful, no rowdy members still having fun outside the transportable, best night's sleep since we joined the club. I was up early, grabbed a quick bite to eat, and moved to the shooting range before even the sun had risen in the sky and brought out the dummies first, setting them up in two places, one for Tempest to shoot and one for Tracey. Then brought out tables, and I put different rifles on the tables, thinking that Tempest would need the lighter ones, being most likely in her chair or on the floor. I had to think about what ones would be best when sitting, not a position I had been in, but then, shooting from the back of the bike, might be considered the same.
One look told me that Tracey had put a lot of effort into pushing that wheelchair. I should have th
