Back at the FBI Academy in Quantico, Jimmy changed out of his suit and into instructor gear, a black shirt and tan tactical pants. He placed his Glock and Python into their holsters, picked up some ammo, and then headed to the range.
Now that his body had recovered, it was time to resume training. He hadn't fired a weapon in over a month, except for a couple of days ago when he tested the Python, and now his hands were really itching to shoot.
However, today was not Jimmy's lucky day. It was free practice time for the students, and all the lanes at the range were occupied.
Listening to the continuous "bang bang" sounds, Jimmy frowned. The students' marksmanship was very problematic. When the targets were pulled in, the bullet holes on the chest targets were excessively off-center, with many shots even hitting the edge of the chest target and onto the white frame outside the human silhouette.
