The first thing she noticed entering the building was the smell. It smelled of a weird combination of dirt and a woodshop.
“What is this place?” she looked over her shoulder at Max who appeared behind her while Ollie and Johan trailed behind.
“A friend of mine from college owns it. He creates landscapes and themes to make a war zone for paintball. He updates it every six months or so. This most recent one is jungle theme. There are lots of places to hide.”
The quartet stood in a small glassed off entrance way and waited for someone to answer the buzzer Max pressed.
“So,” Max asked as they waited, “how good of a shot are you?”
She looked over her shoulder and grinned widely at Max, “really good. Let’s just say Grandpa Gael offered to take me turkey shooting with him.”
“He didn’t mean
