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So here I am, in this office...
It isn't too shabby, really. Could do with a scrub down by a cleaner, but it was hard to see how the whole block was derelict. The curtains were drawn aside and the wind gently swept in- cooling in the summer heat. But my perspiration was drenching my clothes.
I shook my watch up from under my sleeve. It was 3:10. Go time:
"She's by the news s**tand. You got her?" Sal whispered over the link.
He's got the easy job. All he's gotta do is sit there in the Merc and give out the order.
"Yeah. I got her." I replied, with my throat and the words clear, but my mind was anything but.
Sal- "On my call then."
My mind hasn't drawn a blank like all the other times. After all, she wasn't like all the other ones- we'd made love.
She was special. She was unique. And it's hard to ignore her flowing locks, cruelly reminding me of when they once glided over my ches**t, or her svelte leg bring back the sentual feel of times when it would slip pas**t mine. Sal didn't know anything of this though, otherwise I'd be the one out there now.
"Still got her?"
"Yup." I certainly s**till had her in my mind, let alone the sight.
"Take aim then."
I didn't say a word. All of a sudden my mind was clear, but my heart didn't follow suit and my blood was s**training through my body, flowing into every muscle and sinue, bleeding into my brain and gushing through my veins, making me feel the emotional pain. The suffering of someone rembering cherished times, was agonising.
The lens was catching the sun and glint off of one of the glossy magazine covers ina rack at the news s**tand. I panicked, but held my aim. I was dis**tracted by her golden hair, as it cascaded down her shoulders and onto the nape of her back. I could even see the make on her sunglasses. Ray Ban.
Then Sal called it in "3, 2, 1. Now."
I was sweating like I'd jus**t run a marathon. Mentally I had endured such a challenge, but business was business. So the trigger had to s**trike. I couldn't keep my eyes open whils**t my finger pulled back, but sure enough the recoil shuddered down my arm. I dropped the rifle and reached for the binoculars. I raised them and took a quick look to see if she'd landed gracefully. It was the leas**t care I could show for someone who would have rather died before doing such a thing to me. Atleas**t in my mind, we were both naive of each others movements.
I gazed down onto the scene.
Jesus Chris**t! Jesus bloody Chris**t! Some other woman mus**t have queued up behind her or I twitched! Holy sh*t! I haven't twitched since my firs**t kill. Oh hell...
I dropped the binoculars and leant back.
Like all the other times, people were scattering in random directions. Jus**t running. Screaming too. But it was different this time. My emotions were running high and this wasn't jus**t another job. This wasn't jus**t another shot.
I felt for the woman, as her velvet blood seeped onto the pavement. She wasn't supposed to take the shot. I was silent as all the chaos around me engulfed the whole of the square.
Within moments, Sal was hissing and spitting down the line. "What the hell, Jimmy! Why the hell d'you do that?!"
"I...I don't..I dunno...I guess I..." I continued to s**tutter on. But as if he was giving me a firm shake, Sal interupted and simply said,
"Get the hell outta there Jimmy..."
It isn't too shabby, really. Could do with a scrub down by a cleaner, but it was hard to see how the whole block was derelict. The curtains were drawn aside and the wind gently swept in- cooling in the summer heat. But my perspiration was drenching my clothes.
I shook my watch up from under my sleeve. It was 3:10. Go time:
"She's by the news s**tand. You got her?" Sal whispered over the link.
He's got the easy job. All he's gotta do is sit there in the Merc and give out the order.
"Yeah. I got her." I replied, with my throat and the words clear, but my mind was anything but.
Sal- "On my call then."
My mind hasn't drawn a blank like all the other times. After all, she wasn't like all the other ones- we'd made love.
She was special. She was unique. And it's hard to ignore her flowing locks, cruelly reminding me of when they once glided over my ches**t, or her svelte leg bring back the sentual feel of times when it would slip pas**t mine. Sal didn't know anything of this though, otherwise I'd be the one out there now.
"Still got her?"
"Yup." I certainly s**till had her in my mind, let alone the sight.
"Take aim then."
I didn't say a word. All of a sudden my mind was clear, but my heart didn't follow suit and my blood was s**training through my body, flowing into every muscle and sinue, bleeding into my brain and gushing through my veins, making me feel the emotional pain. The suffering of someone rembering cherished times, was agonising.
The lens was catching the sun and glint off of one of the glossy magazine covers ina rack at the news s**tand. I panicked, but held my aim. I was dis**tracted by her golden hair, as it cascaded down her shoulders and onto the nape of her back. I could even see the make on her sunglasses. Ray Ban.
Then Sal called it in "3, 2, 1. Now."
I was sweating like I'd jus**t run a marathon. Mentally I had endured such a challenge, but business was business. So the trigger had to s**trike. I couldn't keep my eyes open whils**t my finger pulled back, but sure enough the recoil shuddered down my arm. I dropped the rifle and reached for the binoculars. I raised them and took a quick look to see if she'd landed gracefully. It was the leas**t care I could show for someone who would have rather died before doing such a thing to me. Atleas**t in my mind, we were both naive of each others movements.
I gazed down onto the scene.
Jesus Chris**t! Jesus bloody Chris**t! Some other woman mus**t have queued up behind her or I twitched! Holy sh*t! I haven't twitched since my firs**t kill. Oh hell...
I dropped the binoculars and leant back.
Like all the other times, people were scattering in random directions. Jus**t running. Screaming too. But it was different this time. My emotions were running high and this wasn't jus**t another job. This wasn't jus**t another shot.
I felt for the woman, as her velvet blood seeped onto the pavement. She wasn't supposed to take the shot. I was silent as all the chaos around me engulfed the whole of the square.
Within moments, Sal was hissing and spitting down the line. "What the hell, Jimmy! Why the hell d'you do that?!"
"I...I don't..I dunno...I guess I..." I continued to s**tutter on. But as if he was giving me a firm shake, Sal interupted and simply said,
"Get the hell outta there Jimmy..."
Good stuff. Well ... except 'flowing locks' perhaps, but otherwise yummy.
Good good.
Reminded me of that film, about assassins.
I think it's called 'assassins'
Anyway, yeah, good!
I think it's called 'assassins'
Anyway, yeah, good!
Sal no.3.
That was enjoyable.
Kept me in its moment - if you know what I mean.
That was enjoyable.
Kept me in its moment - if you know what I mean.
I liked that. Nice idea and unexpected reaction from the 'killer'.
Excellent use of Sal there :)
Excellent use of Sal there :)
Alright so its actually SSC27.
A typo, obviously.
Why SSC17?
So here I am, in this office...
It isn't too shabby, really. Could do with a scrub down by a cleaner, but it was hard to see how the whole block was derelict. The curtains were drawn aside and the wind gently swept in- cooling in the summer heat. But my perspiration was drenching my clothes.
I shook my watch up from under my sleeve. It was 3:10. Go time:
"She's by the news s**tand. You got her?" Sal whispered over the link.
He's got the easy job. All he's gotta do is sit there in the Merc and give out the order.
"Yeah. I got her." I replied, with my throat and the words clear, but my mind was anything but.
Sal- "On my call then."
My mind hasn't drawn a blank like all the other times. After all, she wasn't like all the other ones- we'd made love.
She was special. She was unique. And it's hard to ignore her flowing locks, cruelly reminding me of when they once glided over my ches**t, or her svelte leg bring back the sentual feel of times when it would slip pas**t mine. Sal didn't know anything of this though, otherwise I'd be the one out there now.
"Still got her?"
"Yup." I certainly s**till had her in my mind, let alone the sight.
"Take aim then."
I didn't say a word. All of a sudden my mind was clear, but my heart didn't follow suit and my blood was s**training through my body, flowing into every muscle and sinue, bleeding into my brain and gushing through my veins, making me feel the emotional pain. The suffering of someone rembering cherished times, was agonising.
The lens was catching the sun and glint off of one of the glossy magazine covers ina rack at the news s**tand. I panicked, but held my aim. I was dis**tracted by her golden hair, as it cascaded down her shoulders and onto the nape of her back. I could even see the make on her sunglasses. Ray Ban.
Then Sal called it in "3, 2, 1. Now."
I was sweating like I'd jus**t run a marathon. Mentally I had endured such a challenge, but business was business. So the trigger had to s**trike. I couldn't keep my eyes open whils**t my finger pulled back, but sure enough the recoil shuddered down my arm. I dropped the rifle and reached for the binoculars. I raised them and took a quick look to see if she'd landed gracefully. It was the leas**t care I could show for someone who would have rather died before doing such a thing to me. Atleas**t in my mind, we were both naive of each others movements.
I gazed down onto the scene.
Jesus Chris**t! Jesus bloody Chris**t! Some other woman mus**t have queued up behind her or I twitched! Holy sh*t! I haven't twitched since my firs**t kill. Oh hell...
I dropped the binoculars and leant back.
Like all the other times, people were scattering in random directions. Jus**t running. Screaming too. But it was different this time. My emotions were running high and this wasn't jus**t another job. This wasn't jus**t another shot.
I felt for the woman, as her velvet blood seeped onto the pavement. She wasn't supposed to take the shot. I was silent as all the chaos around me engulfed the whole of the square.
Within moments, Sal was hissing and spitting down the line. "What the hell, Jimmy! Why the hell d'you do that?!"
"I...I don't..I dunno...I guess I..." I continued to s**tutter on. But as if he was giving me a firm shake, Sal interupted and simply said,
"Get the hell outta there Jimmy..."
It isn't too shabby, really. Could do with a scrub down by a cleaner, but it was hard to see how the whole block was derelict. The curtains were drawn aside and the wind gently swept in- cooling in the summer heat. But my perspiration was drenching my clothes.
I shook my watch up from under my sleeve. It was 3:10. Go time:
"She's by the news s**tand. You got her?" Sal whispered over the link.
He's got the easy job. All he's gotta do is sit there in the Merc and give out the order.
"Yeah. I got her." I replied, with my throat and the words clear, but my mind was anything but.
Sal- "On my call then."
My mind hasn't drawn a blank like all the other times. After all, she wasn't like all the other ones- we'd made love.
She was special. She was unique. And it's hard to ignore her flowing locks, cruelly reminding me of when they once glided over my ches**t, or her svelte leg bring back the sentual feel of times when it would slip pas**t mine. Sal didn't know anything of this though, otherwise I'd be the one out there now.
"Still got her?"
"Yup." I certainly s**till had her in my mind, let alone the sight.
"Take aim then."
I didn't say a word. All of a sudden my mind was clear, but my heart didn't follow suit and my blood was s**training through my body, flowing into every muscle and sinue, bleeding into my brain and gushing through my veins, making me feel the emotional pain. The suffering of someone rembering cherished times, was agonising.
The lens was catching the sun and glint off of one of the glossy magazine covers ina rack at the news s**tand. I panicked, but held my aim. I was dis**tracted by her golden hair, as it cascaded down her shoulders and onto the nape of her back. I could even see the make on her sunglasses. Ray Ban.
Then Sal called it in "3, 2, 1. Now."
I was sweating like I'd jus**t run a marathon. Mentally I had endured such a challenge, but business was business. So the trigger had to s**trike. I couldn't keep my eyes open whils**t my finger pulled back, but sure enough the recoil shuddered down my arm. I dropped the rifle and reached for the binoculars. I raised them and took a quick look to see if she'd landed gracefully. It was the leas**t care I could show for someone who would have rather died before doing such a thing to me. Atleas**t in my mind, we were both naive of each others movements.
I gazed down onto the scene.
Jesus Chris**t! Jesus bloody Chris**t! Some other woman mus**t have queued up behind her or I twitched! Holy sh*t! I haven't twitched since my firs**t kill. Oh hell...
I dropped the binoculars and leant back.
Like all the other times, people were scattering in random directions. Jus**t running. Screaming too. But it was different this time. My emotions were running high and this wasn't jus**t another job. This wasn't jus**t another shot.
I felt for the woman, as her velvet blood seeped onto the pavement. She wasn't supposed to take the shot. I was silent as all the chaos around me engulfed the whole of the square.
Within moments, Sal was hissing and spitting down the line. "What the hell, Jimmy! Why the hell d'you do that?!"
"I...I don't..I dunno...I guess I..." I continued to s**tutter on. But as if he was giving me a firm shake, Sal interupted and simply said,
"Get the hell outta there Jimmy..."