32
- 32 -
“Follow,” the assistant said, and Rodin stepped in behind him.
The firing range was on level twelve, at the far end of the main corridor. When they reached it, Kester placed a hand on the door screen, and it turned blue. Then he nodded to Rodin.
“Your turn. Double-code entry.”
Rodin placed his palm on the screen, and after a second it turned green and the door slid open. Rodin followed Kester inside.
The range was a couple of hundred metres long, the end shrouded in darkness at the moment. From the ceiling hung various shapes, and Rodin assumed these could be lowered to provide obstacles. There were a couple of benches by the door, and a screen. Kester picked this up.
“Range controls,” he said. “I’m sure you can figure them out. Also fitted with a panic button. Oh, and the
