The Mission

[M] for gun use.
Contains spoilers for 'The Mission'

Disclaimer: these characters aren't mine, so the voices tell me. But I never listen.


The echo reverberates as bullets whiz past, he stands. Not thinking, gun cocked hard, ready for it, he stares straight forward. Arms tense, body loose, his position open without a stone pillar to skulk behind. The fluorescent lights shine on his shorn head and show the shadows of his approaching targets. He doesn�t sweat as the stale air of the mall eases around his black silk suit and royal blue silk shirt. Barely blinking, he hears the others but knows his back is secure. To the side, he keeps his gun up. More shots, and his grip tightens.


Copyright © 2004 Stephanie A. Moore
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100 words by moonstarnine.
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