“Different weapon. He probably ran you mostly on his Sig Sauer P226. And the Corps teaches differently. I gave you the base position we start recruits in. You build stance variations from there.” And he lifted her empty gun, which looked silly in his big strong hands, and demonstrated a slow turn. The muzzle of the weapon never wavered that she could see, but his shoulders, hands, and head position shifted as he rotated from chin over his left shoulder to chin over his right. He then dropped to a squat and did the same thing, but the shifts were more dramatic.
It was easy to forget that something so apparently simple as firing a sidearm was also so complex. He made it look easy. This was Roy’s specialty and he would be far more skilled in this arena than she was—or her father, which was h
