Post by Myrdraxxis on Mar 7, 2009 16:48:54 GMT -5
Chapter 1
‘The training is over. You’re on your own this time, 3-6.’
The words came back to him as he checked the calibration of his rifle for the hundredth time. His instructor’s words. He set down the rifle and glanced out into the crowds of people, teeming around inside the crowded airport.
No sign of his target.
He was sitting behind a large billboard sign. One of those advertising signs that hung over lounges and gateways. His sharp eyes scanned the crowd again. Still nothing. A touch of nervousness touched him as he thought about the mission.
It was his first time out of training….the fear of failure began to set in.
He crushed it with ice cold determination. No he was the best. Nothing would make him fail. He picked up the rifle, a nice sleek semi-auto sniper rifle. Perfect for quick kills.
He checked the crowd again. He had spent the last two days staking this place out, planning and timing down to the last second. Even then it would be sketchy. There were simply too many people to be one hundred percent certain.
There.
He spotted his target exiting from one of the airway gift shops. Apparently the man wanted to grab a souvenir before he skipped the country. Cute.
The man was rather young, about in his late thirties. A nice expensive suit and the rings that adorned his fingers obviously pointed him out as more than the average American.
The sniper raised his rifle, sighting the scope on the man. The crosshairs settled on the side of the man’s head. The temple.
‘You want the target to be dead before he, or anyone else even realizes it.’ More words came back to him as he gently laid his finger on the trigger. This was it. He didn’t know who the man was. It wasn’t really of any consequence. The only thing that mattered was that he would soon be among the deceased.
The man made to start walking again. No more time. He squeezed the trigger and felt a shudder run up the rifle as it fired. The attached silencer filtered out any noise.
The man’s head jerked back as the bullet struck him dead on. He collapsed in a heap, blood beginning to pool around his head.
The assassin jumped up and began dismantling the rifle at an incredible pace. The screams of panic were already starting. Soon the alarms would go off.
He slipped the rifle into his duffle bag and fast-walked down the service ramp behind him. He reached the bottom and was about to head for the doors when a piercing squeal rent the air.
Ah, there was the alarm. He walked calmly but quickly towards the nearest set of doors. It was already flooded with panicked people, trying to escape the sudden danger. Others were huddled around the dead man, gasping in horror or disbelief.
Who would shoot a man in broad daylight?
He passed by the crowd and got a quick glimpse at the dead man. Yes, the shot had been perfect. He had been perfect.
A small touch of satisfaction welled inside him as he pushed past the crowd and through the doors. Outside, the streets of San Diego were filled with the usual ambience of people and vehicles. Buildings touched the sky and cars sped past.
He noted the distant sound of police sirens. Time to leave. He ran across the street, looking the part of the panicked civilian. He stopped a few blocks down, at a bus stop. People were huddled in, chatting and laughing away, completely unaware of the recent and completely untimely murder.
He settled off to one side and waited for the bus. He carefully set the duffle bag down beside him.
“Hey, kid. You shouldn’t be out here.” He glanced up as a middle aged man said. “Didn’t ya hear? There’s a gun wielding maniac on the loose. Just shot someone stone dead!” the man exclaimed.
He resisted the urge to roll his eyes and instead plastered a small grin on his face. “Oh wow, a killer? Don’t worry mister, I can take care of myself.” He said, trying to act as innocent as possible. The man snorted but nodded anyway. The bus pulled up with a loud screech and the doors whooshed open.
People began to climb on and He made to get on.
“Still, be careful son. Kids your age shouldn’t be out here alone.” The man said. He smiled and turned back to the man in mid-step.
“Oh don’t worry about it. Besides, I’m fifteen!” he said and got in the bus.
‘The training is over. You’re on your own this time, 3-6.’
The words came back to him as he checked the calibration of his rifle for the hundredth time. His instructor’s words. He set down the rifle and glanced out into the crowds of people, teeming around inside the crowded airport.
No sign of his target.
He was sitting behind a large billboard sign. One of those advertising signs that hung over lounges and gateways. His sharp eyes scanned the crowd again. Still nothing. A touch of nervousness touched him as he thought about the mission.
It was his first time out of training….the fear of failure began to set in.
He crushed it with ice cold determination. No he was the best. Nothing would make him fail. He picked up the rifle, a nice sleek semi-auto sniper rifle. Perfect for quick kills.
He checked the crowd again. He had spent the last two days staking this place out, planning and timing down to the last second. Even then it would be sketchy. There were simply too many people to be one hundred percent certain.
There.
He spotted his target exiting from one of the airway gift shops. Apparently the man wanted to grab a souvenir before he skipped the country. Cute.
The man was rather young, about in his late thirties. A nice expensive suit and the rings that adorned his fingers obviously pointed him out as more than the average American.
The sniper raised his rifle, sighting the scope on the man. The crosshairs settled on the side of the man’s head. The temple.
‘You want the target to be dead before he, or anyone else even realizes it.’ More words came back to him as he gently laid his finger on the trigger. This was it. He didn’t know who the man was. It wasn’t really of any consequence. The only thing that mattered was that he would soon be among the deceased.
The man made to start walking again. No more time. He squeezed the trigger and felt a shudder run up the rifle as it fired. The attached silencer filtered out any noise.
The man’s head jerked back as the bullet struck him dead on. He collapsed in a heap, blood beginning to pool around his head.
The assassin jumped up and began dismantling the rifle at an incredible pace. The screams of panic were already starting. Soon the alarms would go off.
He slipped the rifle into his duffle bag and fast-walked down the service ramp behind him. He reached the bottom and was about to head for the doors when a piercing squeal rent the air.
Ah, there was the alarm. He walked calmly but quickly towards the nearest set of doors. It was already flooded with panicked people, trying to escape the sudden danger. Others were huddled around the dead man, gasping in horror or disbelief.
Who would shoot a man in broad daylight?
He passed by the crowd and got a quick glimpse at the dead man. Yes, the shot had been perfect. He had been perfect.
A small touch of satisfaction welled inside him as he pushed past the crowd and through the doors. Outside, the streets of San Diego were filled with the usual ambience of people and vehicles. Buildings touched the sky and cars sped past.
He noted the distant sound of police sirens. Time to leave. He ran across the street, looking the part of the panicked civilian. He stopped a few blocks down, at a bus stop. People were huddled in, chatting and laughing away, completely unaware of the recent and completely untimely murder.
He settled off to one side and waited for the bus. He carefully set the duffle bag down beside him.
“Hey, kid. You shouldn’t be out here.” He glanced up as a middle aged man said. “Didn’t ya hear? There’s a gun wielding maniac on the loose. Just shot someone stone dead!” the man exclaimed.
He resisted the urge to roll his eyes and instead plastered a small grin on his face. “Oh wow, a killer? Don’t worry mister, I can take care of myself.” He said, trying to act as innocent as possible. The man snorted but nodded anyway. The bus pulled up with a loud screech and the doors whooshed open.
People began to climb on and He made to get on.
“Still, be careful son. Kids your age shouldn’t be out here alone.” The man said. He smiled and turned back to the man in mid-step.
“Oh don’t worry about it. Besides, I’m fifteen!” he said and got in the bus.