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to Race and the other girls who were all gathered around. “That’s what happens when you’re being shot at. Race always hits the bull’s eye at this distance. Under stress her shooting went to shit. Now we’ll do it again, and again, and again until she learns to hit the target while under stress. Then each of you will do the same. Understand?”
It took a long time for all of the girls to learn the lesson, but learn it they did. Eventually.
During this time, Adrian was also teaching them everything he thought they needed to know. He was surprised at not only how fast they caught on to basic routines and drills, but how much they enjoyed them. The girls loved doing things in unison, and would march in close order drill at the drop of a hat, singing the heavily edited versions of the marching songs he’d taught them. Even during rest periods, one of the girls would call cadence and the other girls would fall into step.
He taught them when and how to take cover—how to choose good spots for taking cover and position themselves for best concealment. He taught them how to spread out when moving across country, how to set up ambushes, making simple booby-traps and hiding them so they wouldn’t be seen until too late, and the best way to get out of an ambush. He taught them to infiltrate and to attack and fade-out guerilla style. The girls went on daily patrols of the surrounding area, with Adrian constantly drilling them on every aspect of their training.
In addition to a gun, each girl carried a knife, concealed but accessible, at all times. He taught them basic knife fighting techniques that utilized their youthful speed, and stances that capitalized on their smaller height and weight. Armed with a sharp knife, the girls became extremely deadly in a close-in fight.
Adrian’s goal was for the girls to be a well-trained, highly organized, and skilled operating unit by the time they finally got on the road again. They hadn’t been tested under fire, and Adrian hoped to hell they never would be—but he knew these girls were not going to be anyone’s easy victims again.
Each evening Adrian and Bear went hunting taking two different girls with him, rotating each girl through as often as possible. He taught the girls how to stalk, to use the wind, what to look for, what to listen for. He allowed the girls to shoot the hogs that they found, letting them gain confidence in their shooting ability and seeing the death and destruction they caused firsthand. By the end of the fifth week, each girl had killed a wild hog, gutted, and cooked it. They had also killed and eaten countless squirrels and rabbits with throwing sticks and small spears. He showed them how to make atlatls —primitive spear launchers that would give them greater range with their throws—and how to chip stone to create simple but effective blades and arrowheads.
In addition to hunting and self-defense, Adrian taught them everything he could about basic survival. He showed them every edible plant he could find, and described those that weren’t in this area, but which would provide valuable vitamins and micro-nutrients to go along with the meat they killed. They learned to build an almost smokeless fire without matches, and what woods to use for cooking, and which to avoid. They learned how to build temporary shelters and how important it was to stay dry and warm. He taught them how to find water and make it safe to drink.
Adrian found that he was enjoying the teaching. He hadn’t realized how much he would enjoy it, but he was having a blast, and the girls were eating up the lessons and wanting more as fast as he could deliver. These were things they wanted to learn, knew they could use; lessons that freed them from being dependent on anyone, ever again.
During the time that Adrian was teaching them, they had slowly learned to trust, and then to love Adrian. In a way, he had become a father to them– and grown very fond of them in return, almost
It took a long time for all of the girls to learn the lesson, but learn it they did. Eventually.
During this time, Adrian was also teaching them everything he thought they needed to know. He was surprised at not only how fast they caught on to basic routines and drills, but how much they enjoyed them. The girls loved doing things in unison, and would march in close order drill at the drop of a hat, singing the heavily edited versions of the marching songs he’d taught them. Even during rest periods, one of the girls would call cadence and the other girls would fall into step.
He taught them when and how to take cover—how to choose good spots for taking cover and position themselves for best concealment. He taught them how to spread out when moving across country, how to set up ambushes, making simple booby-traps and hiding them so they wouldn’t be seen until too late, and the best way to get out of an ambush. He taught them to infiltrate and to attack and fade-out guerilla style. The girls went on daily patrols of the surrounding area, with Adrian constantly drilling them on every aspect of their training.
In addition to a gun, each girl carried a knife, concealed but accessible, at all times. He taught them basic knife fighting techniques that utilized their youthful speed, and stances that capitalized on their smaller height and weight. Armed with a sharp knife, the girls became extremely deadly in a close-in fight.
Adrian’s goal was for the girls to be a well-trained, highly organized, and skilled operating unit by the time they finally got on the road again. They hadn’t been tested under fire, and Adrian hoped to hell they never would be—but he knew these girls were not going to be anyone’s easy victims again.
Each evening Adrian and Bear went hunting taking two different girls with him, rotating each girl through as often as possible. He taught the girls how to stalk, to use the wind, what to look for, what to listen for. He allowed the girls to shoot the hogs that they found, letting them gain confidence in their shooting ability and seeing the death and destruction they caused firsthand. By the end of the fifth week, each girl had killed a wild hog, gutted, and cooked it. They had also killed and eaten countless squirrels and rabbits with throwing sticks and small spears. He showed them how to make atlatls —primitive spear launchers that would give them greater range with their throws—and how to chip stone to create simple but effective blades and arrowheads.
In addition to hunting and self-defense, Adrian taught them everything he could about basic survival. He showed them every edible plant he could find, and described those that weren’t in this area, but which would provide valuable vitamins and micro-nutrients to go along with the meat they killed. They learned to build an almost smokeless fire without matches, and what woods to use for cooking, and which to avoid. They learned how to build temporary shelters and how important it was to stay dry and warm. He taught them how to find water and make it safe to drink.
Adrian found that he was enjoying the teaching. He hadn’t realized how much he would enjoy it, but he was having a blast, and the girls were eating up the lessons and wanting more as fast as he could deliver. These were things they wanted to learn, knew they could use; lessons that freed them from being dependent on anyone, ever again.
During the time that Adrian was teaching them, they had slowly learned to trust, and then to love Adrian. In a way, he had become a father to them– and grown very fond of them in return, almost
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