Message on the holocom. Another job.
Every time I’m taking my sniper rifle I feel a slight chill going through my spine. Small thrill that pushes me forward. That weapon took so many lifes, and saved mine so many times. She became part of me.
I arrived at the location. Hidden between rocks I’m laying on the ground looking through the scope.
The target is on sight.
My thoughts are clear, breath slow. My body moves almost automatically. Everything slowes down. For a split second the world calmes down, everything is so quiet. Calm before the storm.
The trigger is pulled.
Target is on the ground. It happens so fast.
The job is done.