Okay folks, I've decided to give this project til Sunday, so that means only three more parts until I start something new, but for the moment, where is this tale of modern assassination and espionage taking us today? Well, here goes something I hope!
Tyler confirmed their target, a businessman by the name of Daniel Prister. He holstered his binoculars and looked to Cassie, "You okay?" She looked up to him, paused and gave a gentle nod; Tyler wasn't convinced for a second. He knew her like he knew himself after working so closely with her for so long. He also knew by now to never question. Emotions aside, she knew that the job came first.
It had been several months since they'd stopped asking what their targets had done to warrant death. Sometimes, it was better not knowing, another reason they willingly accepted the mind blanking process. Tyler took a moment to check over his equipment. Pistols, check. Knives, check. Baton, check. All reinforced ceramic or a durable lightweight plastic compound to avoid detection. Multi-function visor unit, check. This had been a lifesaver on multiple occasions; night vision, thermograph, wireless link to his guns to provide ammo counts, flare compensation units and an air filtration unit.
That's how they worked, Tyler was the up close and down to business part of the team whilst Cassie was the ranged support, using a variety of rifles, or if the situation required her to get closer, smg's and shotguns.
Tyler watched her as she opened her flight case and began assembling her preferred rifle of choice, the PXR-03Z high calibre semi automatic infantry support rifle, a custom model, unique to the organisation. It packed about as much firepower as a Barrett M82, or the 'light fifty' as it's known, but was a fraction of the weight and with a greater amount of recoil compensation to allow for speedier shot placement.
Tyler didn't feel as though he was necessary for this job. Cassie already had her rifle assembled and was tracing Prister through her scope. She took the shot. Clean. Cassie never missed with this rifle. Tyler sighed and slumped against the barrier of the rooftop they were scouting from. Tyler couldn't help but feel surplus to requirements on this job. He looked to Cassie "You take all the fun out of this, you realise that?" For the first time in a long while, he'd provoked an emotional reaction from her. She turned and scowled venomously at him. Not what he'd hoped, but at least he knew now that she could still feel emotions. "Fun? Fun?!" She set her rifle down and brought her hand across his cheek in an echoing slap. He winced and looked to her. "I don't see this as fun at all! We were drafted for no good reason. We come, we scout, we kill, and all we get in return is a haunted memory and a head full of nightmares!" She dropped to her knees, weeping once more. It was reassuring to see that she could still cry. Tyler shifted on his knees and cradled her, ignoring the stinging in his cheek. "C'mon, nightmares are just dreams that got lost along the way..." She looked up, giving a small chuckle through her tears and jokingly punched his arm, "You're still such a goof, y'know?" Tyler grinned, "One of us has to be I guess..." He looked out across the street, paramedics and police bagan to gather around the scene. They should move soon to the evacuation point, but he couldn't help but notice that the full moon looked incredible tonight... All things considered.
Dreams that had lost their way, he mused... Maybe he was losing it after all...
So there's today's installment! I hope you're still enjoying this, because I'm starting to have fun writing it again after that brief lul in confidence with part 5. Feedback please!
Adios for now,
Craiggy.
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