'Deep breaths, align the cross hairs....count..one..two..three' The sniper thought as he watched for his prey. An enemy general walking behind a bunker window somewhere in a deep jungle. The bunker was made of solid concrete and had one dorr in front and back of it. There were sections of the concret wall removed and made into windows, iron bars blocking any one who tried to enter that way. Enemy soldiers walked about doing their buisness, cleaning, fixing weapons, and what ever their officers told them to do, unawaer of the Sniper that lay hiden just out side the bunker aiming through one of the windows, and right at their General.
'One...two..Damn!' The Sniepr thought as the General moved out of his site. His mission was simple. Take out that War MasterMind of a General,a nd get out with out being killed. Eady enough right? 'Align the cross ahirs...wait for a target..one...two..damn!' The Sniper growled in his mind. That General was not standing still. He kept going from window to window, as if he knew the Sniper was watching him. The Sniper waited.....
'One..two..three!'The Sniper thought and pulled the tripper, cross hairs aligned perfectaly to the General's face. He turned eharing the shot but it was too late. The bullet tore threw his face, and skull. Blood splattered every where,a nd on the War Torn Private that needed the General's threapudic support and moral boosting words. "SNIPER!"He screamed, sirens soudned int he bunker, soldiers came pouring out. The Sniper shot a few before he was discovered.
The Sniper dropped his gun, and took off running, bullets wizzed passed him. He stumbled a few times, scrambling to get up and keep running. He ran down a jungle path covered in vines. One cought his foot, a booby trap! Something cracked, and the vine was tied arround his foot, it dragged him up into the air and upside down. The Sniepr cursed, and got out his combat knife, and tried to pull him self up to cut the vine. He managed to do so and fell. His knife fell out of his hand and stabbed through his side. He cried out in pain and got up, then ran.
The persuing soldiers fired their weapons, a bullet or two tore threw the Snipers stomach, but he kept running. Running for the shores near by,to the boat that would take him away to a field hospital. Away from the pack of soldiers that wanted to gut him. He ran through a few bushes and onto sand. 'Sand!' his mind screamed. He saw the rescue boat, waiting for him. his sergeant, and his brother, a Private first class, waved and stopped when an enemy soldier appeared behind the Sniper as he ran.
The soldier screamed,a nd fired his gun, the Sniper tripped and started to crawl twards his rescue boat. The enemy soldier slammed his foot down on the Sniper's skull, he blacke dout a few times olny to see the enemey soldiers surronding his rescue boat and killing his Brother and Sergeant. An enemy soldier came walking out of the bushes holding the Sniper's sniper. The others grabbed him and tied him to a tree "Last words?'One asked "One...two...three..."The Sniper coughed, and the triger was pulled, ending his life the same way he had ended the enemey General. Mission accomplished...almost.
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