Sharp Shooter-Chapter 1- The Station
#1 of Sharp Shooter
Kotari Ator. Heard it before? They destroy everything they touch, suffering, grief and death follow them where ever they go. Their beliefs are that of Psychopaths, their hearts are made of dirt, their eyes contain no mercy for the ones they kill. I'm all to familiar with them. You've heard the horror stories, we all have. I can guarantee, however, that you've never stared them in the face. A small force, 1,000 strong, stands against an army totaling more than One Billion and growing every day. My team and I face them side by side with our friends, known to the enemy as "Living Shadows". We are just that, and much, much more.
Location: Classified-Great Britain. Operator: Staff Sargent Ren-Classified-Raziel June 24th 2055 Time: 8:09 PM Support: Captain Kachira-Classified Maj. Vortex-Classified-Winterheart British SAS Target: Classified
The rain poured from the pitch black sky. The only light visible was from the train station that was currently in the cross hairs of my rifle. My best friend Major Winterheart was sitting next to me, a red light underneath her hood was the only thing to signal her presence, her massive size and bulk concealed by our jet black equipment. The suppressor on her .300 stuck out a little because of it's silver paint, but you'd never see it until you were right up on her, and by then you'd be covered in Liquid Nitrogen and be dead before you knew what hit you. We sat up in the tower across the street from the station, watching the terminal for the eight ten train to intercept our target.
"It's late", Winterheart mumbled, "it should have been here by now."
'Patience", I whispered as I scanned the area, making sure I knew where all the civilians, allies and enemies were, "it will be here in thirty seconds at most. Kachira, what you got for us?"
"Train's inbound", she over the radio, "I have eyes on the target."
"Copy that", I said as I started undoing my vest, "keep me covered, I'm going in."
"Stay safe Renny", Winterheart said turning to face me, the red from her artificial eye seemed like it was floating in the darkness.
I nodded to her and then started down the building, walked through the empty lobby, across the street and into the train station. There were quite a few people there and it wasn't two hard to blend in, even my horns sticking out from my hood didn't give me away. First rule of special ops, act like you belong there. I walked up to the counter.
"1 Round Trip Ticket to London on the 8:10 please", I said pulling some money out of my hoddie.
"Last minute huh?", the ticket woman asked.
I nodded, "the mate called me back for our son's birth I said."
She smiled and handed me the ticket, "congratulations, have a good trip."
I smiled, "thank you."
I walked to the platform. The only other man there was a tall man in a leather coat and brown army pants. I could tell from the bulge in his coat he was packing a Superior Combat Assault Rifle, Model B Mod 0, a .308 SBR that could stop nearly anything within it's range.
"Target's armed", I said discretely, "SCARB Mod 0."
"If he pulls that thing on ya he ain't leaving that station", Winterheart answered, "approach with caution Staff Sargent."
"Rodger that", I answered, "are the SAS ready to move?"
"Just give us the order Staff Sargent", the leader of the SAS strike team said.
"Stand by for my order", I said beginning to approach the man. I walked right up beside him and didn't so much as shoot him a glance, but he looked over and said.
"So what you taking me in for?"
"Illegal experimentation on human beings, cloning, murder of several US Soldiers, genocide", I began, "take your pick."
The man turned to me and grabbed my arm, shoving a .45 into my side. I winced as he twisted the muzzle brake and tore open one of my scars.
"Call off your men Fireblood", he growled, "at this range even dragon scales won't stop a .45."
"I suggest you hand me that gun and come peacefully", I growled, "Winterheart is on her way and I guarantee you'd rather deal with me than with her."
"Aww", he snickered, "is your bitch coming to get me?"
"My what?", I asked turning to face him, looking him in the eyes.
His face paled and he stepped back, just long enough for me to draw my Colt Python, but he had shaken it off and was back on me before I could aim.
"Raziel", he growled, "they said you can't be looked in the eyes, I thought it was a load of bullshit."
"You thought wrong", I told him, "gun down, now."
"You talk a lot of shit for your size beanpole", the man said, "I could crush you between my fingers."
"Maybe him", Winterheart said from behind me, "but what about me?"
The man turned around to find a huge black dragon standing over him with a .300 Winchester Magnum on him. She'd taken off her mask to expose the cybernetic parts that wrapped around her neck and face. Her glowing red eye pulsated as the man lowered his weapon.
"Get yo' ass on the ground you thug", Winterheart hissed, "and please, try something so Renny and I can shoot you."
"Move in", I told the SAS as the man got on his knees.
"The Kortai Ator will rise again you American dogs", the man hissed.
"Save it", I said as the SAS handcuffed him, "your lucky this ain't America or I'd cap you where you stand."
The man lunged at me and I met him with the but end of my Colt, sending him into the concrete.
"Watch your step", The SAS captain said as he pulled the man up, "Mustufa Ali, your under arrest for the murder of 15 US and SAS soldiers."
"I want a lawyer", he said as they lead him off.
"When did we become cops Renny?", Winterheart asked.
"I blew up the hangar remember?", I laughed, "Kachira, where to now?"
"Dubai", she said, "Jace said he'll meet us there."