to track down. No reason to stalk anyone online. No bad guys to chase. In other words, he was feeling a little lost with all this extra free time.
Zara didn't have that problem. She packed him and his dog up in the truck and headed to an out-of-the-way dog park. The day was beautiful, the place was completely empty, and she was wearing her workout clothes. Jason was more than happy to enjoy the view of her ass in those tight pants, but it seemed his girl had other ideas.
"Crysis is going to run and play. You, Jason, are going to show me again how to block something."
"Something?" he asked, hurrying up behind her to wrap her in his arms. Then he pressed his hips into her. "I can think of something you shouldn't block."
Zara giggled. "I meant the gun thing," she said, and then her tone sobered. "Jason, when those cops came into Deviant? I froze. All I could think about were the guns, and you told me that the first step is to get it out of their hands. Since you need to do something and I need to deal with this, well, I figured there's no better place than an empty dog park, right?"
He let her go and reached for the gate. "Crysis, in," he ordered, then gestured for Zara to go next. "Fine, but if someone else comes, I have to put the gun away. The last thing we need is to have the police show up."
"A real gun?" she asked. "I mean, I brought that plastic one you used last time..."
"It's neon orange," he countered. "I think your issue is the gun itself."
So they let Crysis off the leash, gave him a couple of toys to shake around, and then headed to an open and grassy area without any visible dog poop. There, Zara moved to stand across from him, swinging her arms like she was warming up for some kind of sparring match. Jason just lifted his shirt, pulled out his gun, and then dropped the magazine. That went in his back pocket. Next, he checked the slide to be sure the chamber was empty, and then he turned off the safety, pointed the thing at the ground, and dry fired it.
The gun clicked and Zara flinched. "Jason!" she snapped.
"It's empty," he assured her. "I was just making sure, because I'd hate to have the trigger get squeezed and not be positive." So he flicked the safety back on and moved to stand before her. "Ok, most people with a gun are stupid. Half of them will try to use it with one arm like some movie hero." He demonstrated. "If that's the case, getting the gun is easier. Pushing their arm away from you means they will miss. The problem is the ones who have a clue."
So he gripped his weapon properly and aimed it at her, careful to keep his finger far away from the trigger. Empty or not, some habits were very hard to break.
"I have no idea why, but the majority of assailants want to get close. Your goal is this far." He stopped just out of her reach. "Any further than this and it's better to run away and zig zag than anything else."
"And scream," she added, proving she knew this part. "Ok, and what if I have a sexy FBI agent standing this close?"
He grinned. "You should kiss him. But if you want his weapon, that's different."
Then he slowly walked her through how to simultaneously hit his wrist, grab his gun, and duck out of the way. She tried it slowly, and then he handed her the weapon. Zara took it with a tentative grip, proving just how much she still disliked guns, but she swore this was helping her. Then Jason demonstrated how to spin the gun toward the fingers to get it out of the assailant's hand. She got to feel the slap - even if he was being very careful with her. And then he let her try it.
"But no one is just going to stand there like that," she insisted.
"You'd be surprised," he told her. "Baby, there are two kinds of idiots in the world. The first thinks that pointing this thing around will scare everyone off. It works ninety-nine percent of the time. For those, you just have to shift in place. Move your weight from one leg to the other. They'll do something like this."