"Damnit. Fine, fine." [i]I went ahead and set myself up to shoot, aiming down the barrel and at the target set up by the simulation or Grant, I didn't know. Holding my breath, I fired once, the first shot slamming into the bullseye. The second shot was too far to the right from the bullseye, and too high. The third was closer, yet still far to the left.[/i] [i]As I rose up, I sighed and held the rifle tightly. I was happy I at least hit one of the shots in the bullseye.[/i]