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<blockquote data-quote="Ashrem Bayle" data-source="post: 546698" data-attributes="member: 3103"><p><em>September 1st, 2015</em></p><p><em>2250 Hours Eastern Standard Time</em></p><p><em>Washington State, Near the Canadian Border</em></p><p></p><p>Silence.</p><p></p><p>Snow fell gently onto an almost surreal landscape. Far from the light of any city, a pair of glowing green eyes surveyed the area before them. From their position in the trees, they watched patiently the snow blanketed clearing below.</p><p></p><p>The quiet of the night was suddenly broken by the mournful howl of a lone wolf in the distance. The wolf wasn't the only predator out tonight. </p><p></p><p>Suddenly the eyes where gone and a shadow stirred. Silently, it glided from its previous location. It made no sound, and blended flawlessly within the darkness of night. It was a ghost, a specter, a Wraith.</p><p></p><p>Jon David McConnell, codenamed Wraith, slid silently through the forest's undergrowth. He had caught the trail of his target. He had been tracking this one for a while, and he meant to take him tonight.</p><p></p><p>He paused a moment to size up the situation. Knelt in the snow, he flipped up the screen on his gauntlet. A few quick taps on its tiny keys brought up a typographic map of the area. There he fed in his most recent coordinates and overlaid them onto the map.</p><p></p><p>"Perfect" he thought. His target was following the same trail he had for the past four days. He would go through the valley to the north, and then turn and backtrack to the southwest around a large hill just west of his current position.</p><p></p><p>Wraith thought a moment. Judging by direction he had been going and his speed, he could cut directly south and be there waiting with the target arrived. It was settled then.</p><p></p><p>Shutting down the GPS system, Wraith turned and headed west. Silently and swiftly, he moved through the towering evergreens. Occasionally, his hand drafted back to touch the rifle hanging from his back, a KAC Stoner SR-25. The thing weighed a ton, with all the accessories he had added, but it was a veritable toybox for a professional killer.</p><p></p><p>Most of that was unnecessary here. He grinned to himself; he certainly didn't need the grenade launcher, or the frags, flashes, or smokers for that matter. It was a good idea to be familiar with your equipment however, and so they came along.</p><p></p><p>He topped the hill and immediately began searching for a proper location to set up. After a moment of searching, he found a fallen tree that he could lay down behind and oversee the small valley before him. He popped the clips on his pack, unshouldered his rifle, popped down the bipod supports, and waited.</p><p></p><p>The moon’s light was bright enough to move through, but Wraith preferred a clearer view. He reached up, and clicked on the scopes nightvision. Through the scope, he scanned the area. His target would be arriving soon.</p><p></p><p>Minutes passed. This little mission was personal. He had been stalking this target off and on for a few years now and he would take great pleasure in taking him down. He liked the control of working alone like this. No orders to stick to, no mission protocol.</p><p></p><p>A shadow stirred. His fingers clicked off the rifle safety. After a moment, his target walked cautiously out into the open. He stopped, still partially covered by a tree branch and began looking around. Perhaps he sensed danger.</p><p></p><p>Hesitantly, he took a few steps forward and stopped again. Blood pounded in Wraith’s ears. He still got a rush from the kill. It was the power he supposed. Taking a life was so simple when the victim was unaware. One minute you where alive and wondering about all the little insignificant details of life, the next, dead. Twenty-nine successful assassination missions had made him this way. He had killed far more people he was sure, but it was different killing in self-defense. When someone else is trying to kill you too, you do what you have to. That was just war. There was something that made an elimination mission different. Cold-blooded killing was his trade, but this was personal, and of course, it wasn’t an actual mission.</p><p></p><p>His finger slid over the weapon’s trigger. Peering through a world lit by a sickly green light, a little red dot came to rest on his victim’s heart. He would not get away again.</p><p></p><p>*POP!*</p><p></p><p>Like a marionette with severed strings, the target hit the snow-covered ground. </p><p></p><p>It was done. Wraith stared at his kill through the scope. No movement. It appeared to be a clean kill. He waited. Two minutes. Five minutes. Ten.</p><p></p><p>The forest was silent. The suppressed rifle had made little noise.</p><p></p><p>Satisfied that the target was dead. Wraith made his way from cover to check his latest victim. As he drew closer, a grin appeared on his face. Oh yes, he had been after this one for a while.</p><p></p><p>Four, Six, Ten, Twelve, Fourteen! Laying in the snow ahead was the most beautiful fourteen point whitetail deer J.D. had ever seen. </p><p></p><p>Mission Accomplished.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Ashrem Bayle, post: 546698, member: 3103"] [i]September 1st, 2015 2250 Hours Eastern Standard Time Washington State, Near the Canadian Border[/i] Silence. Snow fell gently onto an almost surreal landscape. Far from the light of any city, a pair of glowing green eyes surveyed the area before them. From their position in the trees, they watched patiently the snow blanketed clearing below. The quiet of the night was suddenly broken by the mournful howl of a lone wolf in the distance. The wolf wasn't the only predator out tonight. Suddenly the eyes where gone and a shadow stirred. Silently, it glided from its previous location. It made no sound, and blended flawlessly within the darkness of night. It was a ghost, a specter, a Wraith. Jon David McConnell, codenamed Wraith, slid silently through the forest's undergrowth. He had caught the trail of his target. He had been tracking this one for a while, and he meant to take him tonight. He paused a moment to size up the situation. Knelt in the snow, he flipped up the screen on his gauntlet. A few quick taps on its tiny keys brought up a typographic map of the area. There he fed in his most recent coordinates and overlaid them onto the map. "Perfect" he thought. His target was following the same trail he had for the past four days. He would go through the valley to the north, and then turn and backtrack to the southwest around a large hill just west of his current position. Wraith thought a moment. Judging by direction he had been going and his speed, he could cut directly south and be there waiting with the target arrived. It was settled then. Shutting down the GPS system, Wraith turned and headed west. Silently and swiftly, he moved through the towering evergreens. Occasionally, his hand drafted back to touch the rifle hanging from his back, a KAC Stoner SR-25. The thing weighed a ton, with all the accessories he had added, but it was a veritable toybox for a professional killer. Most of that was unnecessary here. He grinned to himself; he certainly didn't need the grenade launcher, or the frags, flashes, or smokers for that matter. It was a good idea to be familiar with your equipment however, and so they came along. He topped the hill and immediately began searching for a proper location to set up. After a moment of searching, he found a fallen tree that he could lay down behind and oversee the small valley before him. He popped the clips on his pack, unshouldered his rifle, popped down the bipod supports, and waited. The moon’s light was bright enough to move through, but Wraith preferred a clearer view. He reached up, and clicked on the scopes nightvision. Through the scope, he scanned the area. His target would be arriving soon. Minutes passed. This little mission was personal. He had been stalking this target off and on for a few years now and he would take great pleasure in taking him down. He liked the control of working alone like this. No orders to stick to, no mission protocol. A shadow stirred. His fingers clicked off the rifle safety. After a moment, his target walked cautiously out into the open. He stopped, still partially covered by a tree branch and began looking around. Perhaps he sensed danger. Hesitantly, he took a few steps forward and stopped again. Blood pounded in Wraith’s ears. He still got a rush from the kill. It was the power he supposed. Taking a life was so simple when the victim was unaware. One minute you where alive and wondering about all the little insignificant details of life, the next, dead. Twenty-nine successful assassination missions had made him this way. He had killed far more people he was sure, but it was different killing in self-defense. When someone else is trying to kill you too, you do what you have to. That was just war. There was something that made an elimination mission different. Cold-blooded killing was his trade, but this was personal, and of course, it wasn’t an actual mission. His finger slid over the weapon’s trigger. Peering through a world lit by a sickly green light, a little red dot came to rest on his victim’s heart. He would not get away again. *POP!* Like a marionette with severed strings, the target hit the snow-covered ground. It was done. Wraith stared at his kill through the scope. No movement. It appeared to be a clean kill. He waited. Two minutes. Five minutes. Ten. The forest was silent. The suppressed rifle had made little noise. Satisfied that the target was dead. Wraith made his way from cover to check his latest victim. As he drew closer, a grin appeared on his face. Oh yes, he had been after this one for a while. Four, Six, Ten, Twelve, Fourteen! Laying in the snow ahead was the most beautiful fourteen point whitetail deer J.D. had ever seen. Mission Accomplished. [/QUOTE]
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