Post by Mistress K. Darq-Chylde on Jan 10, 2011 19:41:22 GMT -5
This might not be Sparta, but there was definitely some heavy shit about to go down. We were dealing with a hostage situation -a mother and her child, two men, another young female, and a pregnant woman were trapped inside that bank- and the negotiators were doing their best, but sometimes the crazies just couldn't be talked down.That was where they brought in the ones like me, the ones not afraid to take a life to save seven. Life is precious, but sometimes we have to end it to protect others.
My breathing was calm, quiet like my steady heartbeat. My hold on the weapon resting peacefully on the bi-pod was solid like rock. My finger was poised just outside the trigger guard, waiting for the order to come through my ear piece. The heavy sigh of Captain Roslyn Simkins eased into my ear, followed shortly by: "Do it, Wintermute."
"Aye, Captain." And everything around me became silence, muffled by my focus. It was quickly over as the bullet pierced straight through the captor's brain between his eyes, exploding through the back of his skull and spraying the counter and two of the women nearby with blood, bone, and chunks of grey matter.
They'd probably be screaming, but they were alive, and that was all that mattered. I'd done my job. I quickly packed up my equipment and headed down from the rooftop, my hands only trembling slightly as the adrenaline began to wash itself out of my system. I straightened my flak vest and rolled my shoulders to ease a knot I hadn't even known was there, preparing myself for the bombardment by the press when I opened the door to the emergency exit that poured out onto the street. I lightly pushed my way through them, not speaking a word or making eye contact as I made my way to Captain Simkins. She congratulated me shortly and then I did something I never do...
I stopped to watch as the hostages all exited the building.
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My breathing was calm, quiet like my steady heartbeat. My hold on the weapon resting peacefully on the bi-pod was solid like rock. My finger was poised just outside the trigger guard, waiting for the order to come through my ear piece. The heavy sigh of Captain Roslyn Simkins eased into my ear, followed shortly by: "Do it, Wintermute."
"Aye, Captain." And everything around me became silence, muffled by my focus. It was quickly over as the bullet pierced straight through the captor's brain between his eyes, exploding through the back of his skull and spraying the counter and two of the women nearby with blood, bone, and chunks of grey matter.
They'd probably be screaming, but they were alive, and that was all that mattered. I'd done my job. I quickly packed up my equipment and headed down from the rooftop, my hands only trembling slightly as the adrenaline began to wash itself out of my system. I straightened my flak vest and rolled my shoulders to ease a knot I hadn't even known was there, preparing myself for the bombardment by the press when I opened the door to the emergency exit that poured out onto the street. I lightly pushed my way through them, not speaking a word or making eye contact as I made my way to Captain Simkins. She congratulated me shortly and then I did something I never do...
I stopped to watch as the hostages all exited the building.
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