Sniper (1273 hits)
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Rating: 1.95 on 27 reviews (Rate this item) (V)
Submitted by Spam (View user info) at 2004-11-23 12:09:53 EST
Gary Oldman was wrong - These calm little moments before the storm were a pain in the arse.
I struggled for something that would keep my brain occupied, but didn't stop me from remaining focused on the job at a hand. Inevitably, I found myself running through all of the different possible outcomes that could result from my actions. The odds didn't look too good for me - my crude weapon was only capable of one shot at close range and I would surely expose myself taking it. I couldn't afford to miss.
I tried not to fidget and wiped the sweat from my brow for the umpteenth time, being careful not to take my eyes off The Target. Despite my growing impatience, I had to wait for him to be alone. There could be no witnesses. As had happened previously, I felt an inexplicable feeling of superiority as I watched him through the office window, unaware of my scrutiny, unaware that I held his fate in my hands. It disturbed me how much pleasure I derived from this simple fact.
I could clearly see Robert Weatherstone sitting in the meeting, sipping water from an imitation crystal glass with a bored expression on his face. The conference had gone on for over twenty minutes and I'd noted that Weatherstone hadn't made a single contribution. This was no surprise - since I'd known him Robert had shown very little interest in company affairs and merely attended such meetings as a happier alternative to working. This was one of the factors that resulted in him becoming A Target.
The more I thought about it, the more difficulty I found in pinpointing my exact motivation for doing this. Although I was on a standing retainer for the company, this wasn't what I was getting paid for - it was a strictly pro bono affair. Doubt began to enter my mind about the wisdom of my course, I had been working with Rob for over a year now and I'd even go so far as to say he was my friend, was this really necessary? For a fleeting instant it all seemed so wrong, so stupid, but I quickly brushed away the second thoughts. I had to be professional, there was no going back now.
Or maybe there was? If I withdrew, maybe nobody would notice me emerging from the shadows. Maybe I could...
My musing was cut short as the meeting drew to a close. This was it. All of the surveillance, the time spent finding my current position, the waiting, the anxiety, the planning, Everything came down to these next few seconds.
I felt my chest tighten as I saw the handle to the door turn and swing out towards me. My pulse quickened and adrenaline began to course through my veins as I slid further back into the concealment offered by the pot-plant I was hiding behind. I held my breath in an unconscious effort to remain undetected, and readied myself.
Readied myself for the kill.
The meeting's attendees began to slowly file through the doorway chattering noisily and a solitary peal of laughter cracked through the silent corridor. I watched, motionless, as they strolled past unaware, leaving Weatherstone in the meeting room. Alone.
I made my move.
Pouncing from my hidey hole, I dashed to end of the now empty corridor and burst through the door to conference room B. As I drew my weapon, Rob half-raised from his seat with a startled, rabbit-in-the-headlights, look of terror. I took aim, and just before I pulled the trigger, saw his expression change to realization - he knew what was coming.
I fired, feeling a ripple of pleasure at the sight of Rob's head snapping back as he took the full force of the close range shot square in the forehead.
For a second, there was silence.
"CUNT!" He cried at me.
I merely smirked, retrieved my elastic band and slipped out of the door, silent as the night. In search of my next victim.
Tuesdays are always slow.
User Reviews
Submitted by jeveuxgagner (user info) at 2005-12-14 23:14:15 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
why did it take me so long to start reading your posts?
Submitted by Call911 (user info) at 2005-10-26 08:09:25 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Fool me once shame on you...
Quite good, very good.
Submitted by missedthepoint (user info) at 2005-10-26 08:09:25 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by rad1101 (user info) at 2005-10-26 08:03:32 (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by rad1101 (user info) at 2004-12-06 05:07:51 (#)
Ranking: 2
Good story. Bad title. Assassin maybe? Sniper doesn't work too well at the end.
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Yeah maybe.
Pouncing from my hidey hole gave it away a bit
but this is still a piss funny story
Submitted by rad1101 (user info) at 2005-10-26 08:04:09 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
oh what the fuck do I know.
Submitted by rad1101 (user info) at 2005-10-26 08:03:32 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by rad1101 (user info) at 2004-12-06 05:07:51 (#)
Ranking: 2
Good story. Bad title. Assassin maybe? Sniper doesn't work too well at the end.
Submitted by Berty (user info) at 2005-10-26 07:57:27 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by missedthepoint (user info) at 2005-10-26 07:42:24 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I fired, feeling a ripple of pleasure at the sight of Rob's head snapping back as he took the full force of the close range shot square in the forehead.
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a gem!
Submitted by rad1101 (user info) at 2005-03-26 02:50:40 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by Spam (user info) at 2004-12-31 08:58:16 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
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Submitted by Avals (user info) at 2004-12-30 13:32:18 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
You sick fuck.
Submitted by mrwolf (user info) at 2004-12-30 10:43:22 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
For a second, there was silence.
"CUNT!" He cried at me.
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What can I say, other than "har dee har har"
Submitted by screamfeeder (user info) at 2004-12-24 02:21:37 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Mathilda: Is life always this hard, or is it just when you're a kid?
Leon: Always like this.
Submitted by apollo88 (user info) at 2004-12-06 07:04:36 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
we like spam oh yes we do.
Submitted by rad1101 (user info) at 2004-12-06 05:07:51 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Good story. Bad title. Assassin maybe? Sniper doesn't work too well at the end.
Submitted by comicbookguy (user info) at 2004-11-23 18:09:31 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
awesome
Submitted by Tigre (user info) at 2004-11-23 17:59:47 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I thought I reviewed this.
This seriously kicked ass. Suspense to the max, man.
Submitted by Saxon (user info) at 2004-11-23 17:45:21 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Excellent deserves a +3
Submitted by Tastycat (user info) at 2004-11-23 14:20:20 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
They let you have pot-plants at work? I sure as hell wouldn't be working.
-"Hey, bossman, I'm taking a three hour lunch."
-"Sure, no problem. Just come back whenever, man."
Submitted by jgreening (user info) at 2004-11-23 13:10:55 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I'm a lemming.
That and this kicks ass...
But mainly, I'm a lemming.
Submitted by Davros (user info) at 2004-11-23 12:58:22 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Excellent.
-Davros
Submitted by Adamdidit2u (user info) at 2004-11-23 12:41:19 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by LadyPlural (user info) at 2004-11-23 12:36:23 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I approve. Potato guns (the wimpy plastic ones that shoot pellets of potato) are also good fun to peg people with. Especially if you shoot it down the back of their throat while they're asleep.
What?
Submitted by strider (user info) at 2004-11-23 12:34:16 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I looked at the pic before reading. stupid me. still good though.
Submitted by Jack_Laridian (user info) at 2004-11-23 12:28:21 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Awesome. Very suspenseful. Great ending.
Submitted by GodChicken (user info) at 2004-11-23 12:26:34 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by Sassmasterr (user info) at 2004-11-23 12:20:06 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
you are some sort of god
Submitted by DeathJester (user info) at 2004-11-23 12:19:00 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
+2 Elastic band guns... Rich boy was too GOOD to use his thumb!