96x May 2026

The range officer looked at the timer and then at the targets. "Clean run. That is a new stage record."

Marcus smiled, looking down at the smoking barrel of his custom machine. They said a .40 caliber was too rowdy for a race gun, but the had just proved them all wrong. The range officer looked at the timer and

The desert heat was oppressive, making the air shimmer above the iron targets of the USPSA competition. Marcus wiped the sweat from his eyes and adjusted the grip on his prized possession: a completely custom-built Performance race gun chambered in .40 Smith & Wesson. her eyes shiny with held-back tears.

"We have ten minutes left on the clock," his producer whispered through the glass, her eyes shiny with held-back tears. The range officer looked at the timer and