Writing Prompt #266

Writing Prompt Dragonition 266

Writing Prompt #266: He waited knowing he would only have one opportunity to make the perfect shot that would take down the enemy leader.

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  1. He waited knowing he would only have one opportunity to make the perfect shot that would take down the enemy leader. Codenamed “Van Winkle,” after the whisky and the fictional character, John had an excellent kill record. In the crosshairs, a man he had been ordered to assassinate. There was very little background provided: a photo, a location, and a time. He had never seen this target before, although he tried to follow world news. But with field fluidity, a change of command would not be uncommon.

    John researched the site from maps he had been supplied. He planned insertion and exit, and even picked his best vantage points for a kill. Finally the date had arrived, and he found himself in his selected nest, hiding and invisible, sniper rifle ready.

    He surveyed the area with his scope. His target was right on time. He had arrived with family, and John was close enough to see them all interacting, and with binoculars he was even able to see their faces, their eyes. There was something different about his nameless target’s eyes. He felt a warmth he didn’t usually sense. *This* was an enemy? He was laughing and playing with his young daughter, who wasn’t even a teen yet, and even flirting with his wife. They were in an open atrium with trees, surrounded by the hotel building, and he had the vantage point of an inner corner on the roof, above the fourth floor.

    “Van Winkle, do you have the shot?” through the headset radio.

    “Negative, negative, collateral interference.”

    Every time it was like this. The philosophical debate his superiors who gave the order never knew. Almost all of his kills were obvious, and he almost never missed. This one felt different; he couldn’t quite name what the feeling was.

    He waited, watched the target’s eyes. They were sad, tired. Not the normal steel-set eyes of a killer or someone who ordered others to kill. The target watched as his daughter danced, while her mother stood nearby. The daughter danced away from her father, to a nearby fountain. Her mother followed, while the target stood watching both, entranced, and still.

    “Van Winkle, do you have the shot?”

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