I wait in the bush, lying prone…staring at the mobile phone.
I recall Kari’s words…”I’m trusting you with this…don’t make me eat my words.“…words that put me up on my first solo mission.
I feel the cold barrel of my Mauser…worth a carload of money…money that could have been used to get better communication equipment. And saved us from counting on BSNL for being in touch. I feel a cold chill at the thought. Kari had shown a great amount of faith in me…and doggedly secured funds for the gun from The Chief. I was just a newcomer…
I shiver with anticipation of the kill.
“Calm down…any minute now.”
I stare through the scope. Things invisible just a moment ago reveal themselves…cars…buildings…and the glass door. He will come out that door. Its good death does not show itself. Wonder what he would feel like…staring at his own death through the glass…
There’s a first time for everything. And the sniper in me is excited…800 meters to cover…one bullet…no second chances. I think of my camping days in CS…and my AWM.
The air is cold…I light a smoke to stop shaking and calm my nerves. “Solid Snake does this too…”. I check the watch. Just about time.
The grass around me cracks. The wind blows strange tunes in the woods behind me. A hyena cackles in the distance…delightful…
I scope again. People moving, coming out of the building. Curtains being drawn open. People walking out through the front door. Nothing at the glass door yet. My glass door. I shift in the grass…position my rifle better. She has a great recoil…I won’t like it on a cold day.
He appears. Black suit. Black hair. Black boots. The Chief!?.
“Don’t ask questions. Don’t get surprised. Do your job.”…Kari’s words last night.
I pull the trigger. His head explodes in a careless mess. I cannot stay to watch the fun. Picking up my stuff, I run to my Contessa with a fast engine under the hood. I rev up and get out of the woods…my phone vibrates. Must be Kari. It is.
“Mission cancelled. Killed that bastard in the meeting.“
The message was sent 10 minutes ago. Damn you BSNL.