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MM 10 [Lorne]
It was almost sad, this one. So new. So fresh.
He never even had a chance.
The green of the skin brightened the glass of the scope, making him stand out worse than a sore thumb. He hadn't at all been hard to find.
The stock of the gun butted up against my shoulder. Fitting snugly. Feeling right. The cross hairs were settled right between those red eyes. With ease and grace, the trigger was squeezed back slowly. Squeeze, don't pull.
A sound rang out, something that I was becoming intensely familiar with.
He never even had a chance.
The green of the skin brightened the glass of the scope, making him stand out worse than a sore thumb. He hadn't at all been hard to find.
The stock of the gun butted up against my shoulder. Fitting snugly. Feeling right. The cross hairs were settled right between those red eyes. With ease and grace, the trigger was squeezed back slowly. Squeeze, don't pull.
A sound rang out, something that I was becoming intensely familiar with.