Several Sentences Sunday! @chess-blackmyre is absolutely fantastic with updating us on her lips every week, and I highly encourage following her for some great writing + reblogging.
Without futher ado, a little snip of an original first draft I'm working on!
He lifted the gun to his shoulder, tilting his head just slightly to look down the barrel. He wasn't a perfect shot, no trick shots from over a kilometer away, but he could at least maim from half that. Covered in foliage, he could hear the radio piece in his ear crackle to life. "We're in position, sir." The distinct voice, one that Vasgenw as more and more familiar with every day, let him know that he was ready. Another moment, and he heard another voice crackle in. "Here too." "Thirty seconds, I have a jam in my gun." Vasgen didn't like that update, but kept his breathing slow, his eye trained down his site. "Alright. I've got it." "Do you have a knife with you?" "Why?" "Backup." "No." "Damocles?" "We'll meet up with you on the second floor. I've got something for you to use.." "Heard." "Ready?" The last few moments of calm were interspirced by four responses. A slow breath out, and Vasgen pulled the trigger, bullet sliding right thorugh the yees of a solider standing on the wall. A careful, incrimental movement, allowed him to turn his gun just to the right of the man, to the second guard. He clearly could see that he was looking around, about ready to turn and walk to the man who had jsut fallen. With precision, if not patience, he pulled the trigger a second time, and the powerful round went theough the head of the second guard. Both bodies, dropped, and Vasgen could feel the distate he always felt for murder in his stomach. He reminded himself of what his organization was doing to their own people.
Tagging a couple people i believe have some WIPs, but no pressure to join in!
@stressedjester @curbitkirby @chiefjaws @kyberinfinitygems
