Somewhere in the desert  

rm_KingEdain 47M
1529 posts
9/12/2006 10:29 am

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9/14/2006 9:05 am

Somewhere in the desert


It had been three days now that he lay there watching the camp. He was sent to do a job and he would not leave until it was done. The sun shone down and even though he was in the shade of a rocky overhang it was still hot as hell. At night it got so cold, you would never believe that this was a desert if you had never been in one. His clothing was the same color as the rocks around him with a little imitation brush here and there on it. His face was painted to match the shadows on the rocks and his rifle was covered with a sandy looking cloth. He had shaded his scope with some of the cloth that was left over so that sunlight would not reflect off the glass and give away his position. Twice enemy patrols had passed near him but he was well concealed and they didn't see him there. Once he could have reached out and grabbed one of them by the hair they were that close. He was a hunter and his prey was the most dangerous animal on the planet, another man. His Intel had told him that his target would be at this camp yesterday but he never showed. The hunter knew he should leave but he had never failed to get his target before and was prepared to wait as long as he could. He would put a small pebble in his mouth to conserve on his water. The stone would make his saliva flow and this would work somewhat to help dull his thirst. He was thankful that his food was precooked so that he could eat it cold, he was afraid that heating it in the warming bag might alert the enemy to his presence. In a place like this the smell of warm food would travel quite a distance and he was taking no chances. Suddenly there was a reflection in the distance. A Jeep was approaching the camp. Looking through the scope of his high powered rifle he watched the jeep come closer. His target was in the passenger seat. It was time to do what he was here for. His breathing slowed to almost a dead stop, his body completely relaxed. There was no emotion on his face and his eyes were the only thing that showed how alert he really was. The person in the Jeep was no longer a man but just a target. At this moment the hunter was a cold, calculating, hand of death. He and his weapon were one and the same, the rifle at this moment was just an extension of his arm. It was time to reach out and touch someone. His finger applied a little more pressure to the trigger. Another second and the target would be in the kill zone. Five, four, three, two, and.... bang. He watched the head of the enemy commander explode like a watermelon dropped from a two story building. It was instant chaos in the enemy camp, they were running around, shouting and shooting up into the rocks. It was time to move, it wouldn't do to be caught now. By the time they had found where he had been he would be far away and waiting on the chopper that was to pick him up. He smiled to himself as he made his way away from the camp, score one for the good guys is what he was thinking to himself. Hours later and back safe and sound at base camp he said a small prayer for his victim and the mans family. He asked God to forgive him as he was only following orders and God loved a good soldier and understood why he had to kill.

ShyWhisper2006 54F
15175 posts
9/13/2006 1:00 am

Awesome...judge not others lest you be judged...well written King


rm_KingEdain 47M
1848 posts
9/13/2006 9:10 am

    Quoting rm_IrishKittn:
    This is different from most of what I have read that you've written, but it is good; while sad.
this is a true story.......... that was why it is different from all the others. I took a chance but lucky me....... so far everyone likes it.


rm_KingEdain 47M
1848 posts
9/13/2006 9:11 am

    Quoting ShyWhisper2006:
    Awesome...judge not others lest you be judged...well written King
Well you gave me the courage to do this one.... we had discussed it before and I decided to give it a shot.


florallei 100F

9/13/2006 3:50 pm

Well KingEd, a man with many talents...this was intense...to feel for the killer who has a conscience and to do an honorable thing...I like it...
Why the mood nostalgic, Babe? Are you the real sniper in this story?
wink....
hugs,
flo


rm_KingEdain 47M
1848 posts
9/14/2006 8:16 am

    Quoting florallei:
    Well KingEd, a man with many talents...this was intense...to feel for the killer who has a conscience and to do an honorable thing...I like it...
    Why the mood nostalgic, Babe? Are you the real sniper in this story?
    wink....
    hugs,
    flo
That's classified.......... I could tell you but then........ well you know the rest.... lol....... I wanted to try something different this time just to see what the reaction might be....... so far it seems like everyone likes it. thanks babe.


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