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Just a story inspired after watching a documentary on snipers.
He finds a spot, overlooking a vast ridge some one mile away. Battered and beaten, he slings the heavy load off his shoulder and placed it on the ground. He lays down behind his weapon, for once, man and machine is fused together as one. A fifty caliber sniper rifle fits snugly against his shoulder, an extension of his own arm. The target appears within his sight, he then flick open the cap protecting the delicate lens of the scope. After a deep breath, everything in his mind cease to exist except the vision of the target’s head in the center of the crosshair. Slowly, he applied pressure on the trigger. Everything happens in slow motion, the sound gets distorted, visions blured, as if watching the scene underwater. The trigger moves in minute proportions and suddenly, ‘bang’. Shockwave of bone-shaking force tears through the air in all directions, stirring fine grains of sand into the air. The rifle recoiled back and the round ricocheted our of the barrel. What was once so hauntingly still now makes its first and final journey to its ultimate target. It did what it was suppose to do; to obliterate anything in it’s path. The target drops motionless into the dust. Not even knowing what had happened. What’s left was the stale effluvium of gunpowder, the smell of death. The remnant of what’s once a bullet gets ejected and shines in the bright sunlight. Satisfied, he packs and leave. It’s just another day in the office.
