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Post by THE Mac Bry v2 on Nov 6, 2015 16:50:32 GMT -6
7:30 am
10.29.15
London, UK
Off-camera
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It just didn't feel right. The man had his eyes set on one of my closest allies, with a big deal in the works. He felt as though the guy would serve him well in a war just as close to my friend's heart as it was to me or anyone else in the company we called home. And yet, here I was, sniper in hand, ready to strike. As I said, it just didn't feel right... and yet? I knew it needed to be done. The man had lost control of the ship.
And it was up to me to hand the wheel over to someone who could steer it back on course.
My target? Ozymandias. General Manager of Warfare, lauded member of the Xtreme Wrestling Federation administration. I had him set squarely in my sights, my finger against the trigger, just itching to pull so I could get this operation over with...
... mainly so I could move on to more personal matters.
He sat in the King Suite of the building right across from my perch. I had staked out the position for a good seven hours beforehand, and as soon as he stepped foot in the apartment, I had the sniper set, my position ready, and my aim deadlocked. He flipped a page, took a sip from his coffee. Folded the newspaper over, and just like that, it was done. With the ferocity of a rhino tearing through a gazelle, the bullet ripped through the back of his skull, digging its way through his forehead, leaving a gruesome mixture of brain matter and blood. The black and white pages of the newspaper dripped with crimson gore, as Oz dropped from his chair to the floor.
10.29.15
London, UK
Off-camera
- - - -
It just didn't feel right. The man had his eyes set on one of my closest allies, with a big deal in the works. He felt as though the guy would serve him well in a war just as close to my friend's heart as it was to me or anyone else in the company we called home. And yet, here I was, sniper in hand, ready to strike. As I said, it just didn't feel right... and yet? I knew it needed to be done. The man had lost control of the ship.
And it was up to me to hand the wheel over to someone who could steer it back on course.
My target? Ozymandias. General Manager of Warfare, lauded member of the Xtreme Wrestling Federation administration. I had him set squarely in my sights, my finger against the trigger, just itching to pull so I could get this operation over with...
... mainly so I could move on to more personal matters.
He sat in the King Suite of the building right across from my perch. I had staked out the position for a good seven hours beforehand, and as soon as he stepped foot in the apartment, I had the sniper set, my position ready, and my aim deadlocked. He flipped a page, took a sip from his coffee. Folded the newspaper over, and just like that, it was done. With the ferocity of a rhino tearing through a gazelle, the bullet ripped through the back of his skull, digging its way through his forehead, leaving a gruesome mixture of brain matter and blood. The black and white pages of the newspaper dripped with crimson gore, as Oz dropped from his chair to the floor.
