Re: Callen and Clay
"Mr. Callen, it's nice to meet you," he extended his hand. He didn't trust a man who wouldn't shake his hand. And he didn't trust most who did, anyway. "As for my wife's intentions, you'll have to ask her. I don't speak for her. But yes I will be qualifying on Monday for both the pistols and assault weapons." Not qualifying wasn't a possibility. He'd run circles around the exam and then some.
"They explained some. Classes, having to take, what was it 20 weeks worth? Security procedures, which seem appropriate given the situation. What other aspects are there to the training program beside the classes?"
He took his sunglasses off and pocketed them. "The automotive technology of this place isn't much different from home." He wiped his hands against each other as if wiping off motor oil.