Carl was doing a full 360. From felon to officer of the law. He finally coerced you into going to the shooting range with him.

He snapped the clear goggles into place and pulled on the headphones. Raising his glock he aimed for the dummy. bang, bang, bang. Three direct shots—heart, head, leg. He wasn’t lying, he had been practicing.

He smirked haughtily and slid the protective gear off his ears. “Not bad, huh?” He thrust the glock into your hands and looked at you expectantly. “I didn’t being you here just to watch.” He explains after seeing you gape like a fish.

“It’s safe, man.” He says and situates you in front of the dummy. “Just use the gear.” He gestures to the headphones around your neck that you had thought were just a precaution.