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Authors: Joe Nobody
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This just didn’t make any sense . As he watched, the leader lit a cigar and sauntered for ward, engaging the injured man on the ground . The leader would speak to the man, stop to listen , and then point at the children and woman.
After a few of these exchanges , the leader was becoming increasingly frustrated. His gestures came faster , and his voice was louder. Bishop could hear little bit s and pieces now , but couldn’t make out any word s . Finally, the boss gave a commanding gesture to one of his team members, who walked over to the woman, jerked her up by the hair , and marched her around to the front of the captive audience. The guard pushed her back down to her knees in front of everyone, produced a pistol from his belt , and held it to the back of her head. Ohhhh , fuck !
Bishop wasn’t prepared to shoot from this position. He started digging around in his load vest for his notebook that contained all of the ballistics data on this rifle and the ammunition he had loaded. He tried to keep an eye on the action below while at the same time getting out the DOPE he needed to take a shot. The leader was really pissed now and was stomping around on the road. Don’t do it man. Oh, God, please don’t do it.
It was all going downhill on the roadw ay. The young girl tried to stand up to help the woman when one of the goons hit her in the back of the head with the barrel of his rifle , knocking her to the ground . Bishop decided he had to chance a shot from memory and quickly did the calculations in his head. When he thought he had a solution f or aiming, he aligned the crosshairs of the big rifle scope and then froze. Since h e was higher than the target, he was going to have to pull the trigger with the aim point right at the back of the boy’s head. The pl ane crash family was between Bishop and the bad guys , and he was in a “hold under” position. What if his aim were off just a few inches? He couldn’t do it. He finally found his pencil and began figuring the math as quickly as he could.
Bishop had been right with his initial calculation and put the crosshairs right at the back of the young man’s head. If he were correct, the bullet would clear the top of the kid’s skull by about 1 0 inches and hit the guard holding th e pistol on the woman. If he were wrong, well, he didn’t have time to worry about that now . He flicked off the safety, took a dee p breath, and steadied his aim. But he was too late. The bos s man turned to the executioner and nodded. The woman’s lifeless body slumped to the asphalt in a bloody heap . Bishop turned his head to the side, sickened. He had seen more than his share of death, but to see someone killed like that made him feel ill. He finally forced himself to refocus , and what he saw this time was even worse. The young girl was now being hauled up to the roadway by two of the henchmen. Bishop knew with five targets, he wasn’t going to get them all. If they scattered toward the wreckage , there would be hell to pay rooting them out. Their weapons were not the sort to be a threat right now, given his distance, but he wouldn’t put it past them to try and hunt him down. Terri. What if they started searching the area and found the camper? What would happen to Terri and the baby?
Bishop put his cheek on the rifle stock and found his weld. He decided to kill the man wh o was holding the young girl. You sick fuckers. So y ou are going to kill the girl in front of her family ? Not today.
But he didn’t have a shot. One of the guards was now holding the boy who was fighting like hell to help the girl. He didn’t have much of a chance , but was putting up a s truggle regardless. The boss was bent over talking to the injured guy on the ground, much too close to shoot. The girl was screaming hysterically and flailing about - so much so that Bishop could not get a clear shot at her guards without the risk of hitting her instead. Finally, one of the guards got control of her
After a few of these exchanges , the leader was becoming increasingly frustrated. His gestures came faster , and his voice was louder. Bishop could hear little bit s and pieces now , but couldn’t make out any word s . Finally, the boss gave a commanding gesture to one of his team members, who walked over to the woman, jerked her up by the hair , and marched her around to the front of the captive audience. The guard pushed her back down to her knees in front of everyone, produced a pistol from his belt , and held it to the back of her head. Ohhhh , fuck !
Bishop wasn’t prepared to shoot from this position. He started digging around in his load vest for his notebook that contained all of the ballistics data on this rifle and the ammunition he had loaded. He tried to keep an eye on the action below while at the same time getting out the DOPE he needed to take a shot. The leader was really pissed now and was stomping around on the road. Don’t do it man. Oh, God, please don’t do it.
It was all going downhill on the roadw ay. The young girl tried to stand up to help the woman when one of the goons hit her in the back of the head with the barrel of his rifle , knocking her to the ground . Bishop decided he had to chance a shot from memory and quickly did the calculations in his head. When he thought he had a solution f or aiming, he aligned the crosshairs of the big rifle scope and then froze. Since h e was higher than the target, he was going to have to pull the trigger with the aim point right at the back of the boy’s head. The pl ane crash family was between Bishop and the bad guys , and he was in a “hold under” position. What if his aim were off just a few inches? He couldn’t do it. He finally found his pencil and began figuring the math as quickly as he could.
Bishop had been right with his initial calculation and put the crosshairs right at the back of the young man’s head. If he were correct, the bullet would clear the top of the kid’s skull by about 1 0 inches and hit the guard holding th e pistol on the woman. If he were wrong, well, he didn’t have time to worry about that now . He flicked off the safety, took a dee p breath, and steadied his aim. But he was too late. The bos s man turned to the executioner and nodded. The woman’s lifeless body slumped to the asphalt in a bloody heap . Bishop turned his head to the side, sickened. He had seen more than his share of death, but to see someone killed like that made him feel ill. He finally forced himself to refocus , and what he saw this time was even worse. The young girl was now being hauled up to the roadway by two of the henchmen. Bishop knew with five targets, he wasn’t going to get them all. If they scattered toward the wreckage , there would be hell to pay rooting them out. Their weapons were not the sort to be a threat right now, given his distance, but he wouldn’t put it past them to try and hunt him down. Terri. What if they started searching the area and found the camper? What would happen to Terri and the baby?
Bishop put his cheek on the rifle stock and found his weld. He decided to kill the man wh o was holding the young girl. You sick fuckers. So y ou are going to kill the girl in front of her family ? Not today.
But he didn’t have a shot. One of the guards was now holding the boy who was fighting like hell to help the girl. He didn’t have much of a chance , but was putting up a s truggle regardless. The boss was bent over talking to the injured guy on the ground, much too close to shoot. The girl was screaming hysterically and flailing about - so much so that Bishop could not get a clear shot at her guards without the risk of hitting her instead. Finally, one of the guards got control of her
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