Having a coach run back to the goal line to watch my start, and after I ran I would have to turn around and do it again because it just didn’t make any sense. The point is I already had speed, and with the conditioning in my mind, I became so unbelievably fast it was supposedly not possible.
They chased me in the car several times and the one time Mr. Green was in the car and after we had stopped and everyone got out I remember them talking, and the gist of the conversations were “do you f*cking believe that?” and I remember Mr. Green personally saying “that’s f*cking unbelievable!” Which gave me great satisfaction. Again, playing the game, I had won again.
The assassin rifle – It was day time and they bring me to this huge long field and tell me that we are going to be having “rifle practice.”
I was deadly, the M-16 up to 400+ yards, and my pistol 100+ yards. The rule of thumb they gave me was anything over 100 yards I was to shoot with the rifle and aim for the chest, 100 yards and under I could use the pistol and aim for the head. For some reason, I preferred going for the head with the pistol.
These two numbers seem to stick in my head as far as distances. Anyway, they always seemed disappointed with my rifle shooting for some reason. When we get to the field, they open the trunk of the car and there are 5 or 6 of these “cases” and as I stood there and watched they open these “cases” and inside are these huge rifles, and everyone starts assembling them except me, I just stood there.
I knew what those things were used for. Assassinations were the only answer. Somewhere inside me, I said “they’re gonna want me to kill someone” and I knew that if I shot well what other answers could there be, and thinking to myself “I want no part of this you f*cking son’s of bitches“.
AT THAT MOMENT IS WHEN THIS ALL WAS NO LONGER A GAME TO ME, I FINALLY REALIZED WHAT THEIR INTENTIONS WERE.
I became filled with panic and wanted to run away but I could not move.
I wanted to scream but could not. The lab coat guy who instructed me initially in my weapons lesson starts to explain to me about these high powered rifles. After about a half an hour they have me choose one and have a target set up about 1200 yards away. I think they did some “prep” work using the helmet of knowledge because as soon as I saw it I knew what it was and how to use it, then half an hour was basically just a review.
After all the prep work I began shooting. I would shoulder the rifle, line up the crosshairs and fire the weapon. When I shot the weapon I began missing, and by missing I mean missing the target altogether. Mr. Green gets in my face and starts screaming to do better, I cannot do any better, and he gets in my face again. I tried to explain to him why I couldn’t shoot the assassin rifle.
I explained to him that when I shot the pistol or a “regular rifle” that I didn’t aim with the gun, yes I would shoulder the weapon but I aimed with my mind, not with the gun sight. I had to see the target with my own eyes and then I shot automatically without thinking. With the assassin rifle, the key to it was this huge scope, and when I looked through it, it was somehow different, and I said that I was sorry but I just couldn’t do it! To this day I have never seen a grown man throw such a temper tantrum, he was absolutely livid and freaking out with rage.
And he gets in my face and begins to scream at me again. “I’m sorry I just can’t do it!” I answer.
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN’T, YOU CAN’T IS NOT IN YOUR VOCABULARY!”
he screams. I just stepped back “I’m sorry I just can’t do it, that’s not how it works” and I proceed to go back into how I aim with my mind not with the gun and he cuts me off “F*CK! now what are we going to do?” and the four or five men gather off to my right. The thing is as I stood there and I could not move and I could not speak without their specific instruction.