A loud ping filled the air as a bullet punched itself through a metal can with a bull's-eye on the side.
"Yeah, I got it." John cheered.
"After the 45th attempt." Colin said as he looked at the bullet riddled trees behind the target stand.
"Awww man...." John said.
"It's fine, we just need to work on that aim of yours." Colin said as he set up another can and John raised his gun.
"Okay, remember: keep a firm grasp on the handle, but not too firm. Don't get shakey, keeps your aim steady. And keep your eyes on the target." Colin said.
"Right." John said with a nod.
The amnesiac raised his gun, focused, held a steady stance, and squeezed the trigger, hitting the can dead on.
"Alright, you got it!" Colin aplauded.
John smiled.
"But now we need more ammo." Colin said as he showed the empy ammo box. The box they found in an open pick-up truck wasn't enough.
"Hey, take it easy with that Ammo bag, Jimbo." A gruff voice said.
"Sorry boss." the guy called Jimbo said.
The pair sneaks behind a tree and gets a better look: Jimbo was an ape-like man in build and Boss looked like Joe Pesci.
"Remember, anybody hears us out here, they'll be after the loot!" Boss said.
"The loot" was a bag full of bullets with two guns to boot.
"Alright, Boss." Jimbo said.
The duo locked themselves inside a giftshop.
Collin lead Jon to a gate with old rusty door hinges.
"Now what you want to do is..." Colin said as he wedged the screwdriver into the rusty hinge. It broke and the door fell over with an unceremonious crash. The two slipped inside and saw boss hand Jimbo a shotgun.
"Keep an eye out Jimbo, I think somebody's on to us." Boss said as he went into the bathroom.
"What do we do?" John asked.
Colin decided the best approach was: