Jensen stopped him.
“Not yet.”
He turned. “Ma’am?”
“The rifle gets a confirmation check before anyone continues.”
“I can do it.”
“I know you can. Caleb will.”
Caleb’s head lifted.
“Me?”
Jensen nodded.
Logan looked insulted.
“This is my demonstration.”
“It was. Now it is a training range with a documented equipment adjustment. We confirm it with another qualified shooter.”
The decision was procedural, not personal.
That made it impossible for Logan to argue without revealing that his real concern was ownership.
Caleb moved into position.
Daniel stayed behind the workbench.
Caleb looked at him once.
Daniel raised both hands.
“Do not look at me. You have a spotting instructor. Use him.”
The trainees smiled.
Caleb followed the range team, waited for the target cycle, and fired.
The steel plate answered.
A clean hit.
Caleb sat back, surprised.
Jensen nodded toward the control booth. “System confirmed.”
Logan stared downrange.
His three earlier misses now belonged to him.
The loose optic might have affected the most recent attempt he had been preparing to take. It did not explain the shots already recorded before the shift was visible. Daniel did not say that aloud.
He did not need to.
Logan turned toward him.
