using, as long as you hit the head or neck at all, the result's the same."
"What if I can only get a shot at center mass?"
"He won't respond to cardiopulmonary resuscitation after a round hits him, believe me." When Lekauf was getting technical, Ben knew he was enjoying his subject. "Optimum is still the head shot, though."
"But there's wind speed and everything."
"This Karpaki has smart sensor optics. Senses the windage and allows for it. They've improved a bit in recent years."
"If it's that clever, then why do I have to train?"
"To get used to shooting someone who's not trying to kill you. Who doesn't even know you're there. Not the Jedi way, is it?"
It was just a dummy. But it moved like Gejjen.
Ben aimed.
It was just like using a lightsaber, really. Letting the Force guide the hand, the eye . . .
He squeezed the trigger as the gel-form sat down on the chair, and the round caught the point of its right temple. Gel and fragments plumed in the air, and the dummy slumped forward.
Lekauf, arms folded, considered the inert form with the eye of a connoisseur. Ben was taken aback by how uncomfortable it made him feel, especially when the gel-form suddenly sat upright, then stood.
He was sure he couldn't shoot it a second time.
"And again," said Lekauf.
Ben spent the next hour getting used to anticipating movement, waiting for