Men were shouting and firing into noting as the loud gunfire from below echoed off the surrounding buildings’ walls. Then just as I was about to shoot, Doherty fell to the ground, holding his stomach.
Fuck!
Watching through my scope, I waited for something anything to give me a chance to take out my target. One of the bikers was leaning over Doherty obstructing my view. I didn’t want to kill an innocent. I wouldn’t do it, but I wasn’t going to let Doherty go. Then it happened. The big biker moved. I grinned and took my shot, watching Doherty’s lifeless body slowly fall to the ground, blood gushing from his head.
“Bullseye,” I whispered, as the civilians on the street shouted, running for cover, while the biker next to Doherty yelled for help.
Two down, five to go.
Soon Doherty’s club would go hunting.
Soon I would find another target.
Soon I would be doing this again.
I slowly moved back the way from the edge of the roof. Cleaning up, I left the rooftop as if never there. Making my way down an escape ladder, I took my time, walking the three blocks back to my truck. As if nothing happened, I looked in shops along the way, even stopping in a coffee shop for a donut and freshwater. For those around me, I was just another person out for a walk. Reaching my truck, I placed my backpack and rifle case in the back seat, then climbed behind the wheel.
My phone began to ring.
Seeing the caller, I smiled and answered it.
“Hey, Layla, what’s up?”
“Um, your company commander just called me. He needs you at the base by 0500.”
Looking at my watch, I checked the time and said, “Okay. No problem.”
“Why didn’t he call you?”
“I stopped to get something to drink. I must have left my phone in the truck.”
“Uh-huh,” Layla chuckled. “Anyone, I know?”
Laughing, I reply, “Nope.”
“Seriously, Dylan, when are you going to settle down?”
“When you agree to.”
Layla laughed. “Well, then carry on, Marine, because that’s never going to happen.”
“How’s school going?”
“Good. Got a paper due tomorrow, so I need to let you go.”
“Are we still on for this weekend?”
“Yep, baring no complications, surfs up!”
“Awesome. Sounds good, sis. Bye.”
“Oh, Dylan, and there is someone I want you to meet.”
“Bye, Layla!” I chuckled, disconnecting the call, and drove back to my base, over eight hours away.