1.8 Micheal
Smith III
The shooter with the rifle disengaged the hover pad
locks on his leg and stepped off it. He walked the few steps to the four wheel
vehicle under the cover of the larger boulder which was standing slanting to
the side. Seated on the four wheeler vehicle was the companion of the shooter;
an elderly man dressed in a brown overall with a baseball cap covering his
balding head. The vehicle was a four wheeler build with an engine that can drag
it to a top speed of a hundred and twenty miles on a straight but due to wear
and tear; it does only eight max then. It also housed a comfortable suspension
system for the comfort of the drivers and seats four but the rear seats now
holds their weapons and ammo, with some food containers. The rear of the
vehicle was the three exhaust pipes which dispel off the heat from the engine.
The only setback of the vehicle was it lacks any doors or windows and missing
the top shelter.
"Micheal, did you dunk it?" The driver of
the vehicle who was slouching on the seat spoke up on seeing the return of the
shooter. He sat up and pulled at the double phaser off his shoulder holster,
and placed the phaser at the rear seats. His tall lanky frame fits the seat
well, and he gunned up the engine while the shooter climbed in. The shooter
frame was like the driver but shorter on the height.
"Head shot." The shooter told the driver.
"Sam, you can click back to them. Bonus delivered."
Micheal placed the rifle at the rear in its leather
bag, and then pulled the beret with the goggles off before placing that on the
lap. Micheal then used the left hand to ruffle the hair on the golden blonde
head so that it would fall long onto the shoulders.
"Micheal, when you going to cropped the
hair." Sam asked he moved the vehicle onto the trail to take them back to
the city. "Heck, even the Colonel think you are a girl."
Micheal looked towards Sam and then checked the
reflection of the face on the side mirror. He was young, just past his teens
and even the freckled marks are still there. He was one of the youngest sniper
in the Division; a mercenary group that hires out for supplies and gold. He
does for them on a volunteer basis but only on those he thinks needed to be
removed. He does not do civilians or woman with kids.
Michael’s a natural with the phaser from hand phaser
to long range rifles; some said he was born to shoot. He was too young to join
the soldiers in the war, but he was shooting at enemies target when he was
thirteen after he got his hands on the discarded phaser rifle. The soldiers had
killed his guardian then; Brother Percy of Moor. His only consolation was that
he always speaks the last rites for his victims after he comes back from the
tasks. It was his training at the missionary where he was raised.
"I got two droids too. Count that in as
bonus." Micheal told Sam while he pulls on his music pack that looks like
a coin in his hand. He held it and the vibrations from the music pack there
would register the sound waves by his muscles into his ear drums.
"Eh, Micheal." Sam asked him back while
checking the sensors that was reading for any signs of the enemies. "How
many was there with the target?"
"Three?" Micheal then got the message as
he turned around and saw the remaining droid was there on a four wheeler in
pursuit.
"Darn!" Micheal reached for the bag marked
'launcher' and pulled out the two feet long shoulder launched vehicle missile
launcher. He braced himself on the seat facing the pursuing droid.
"Bless me father once." The trigger button
was pressed.
"Blast me father twice." The trigger
button was released.
"Father be bless thrice." The metal
missile from the launcher soared off in a tangent trajectory and blew the droid
with the vehicle.
"Darn! I am good." Micheal shouted and
then replaced the launcher before strapping in at the seat.
"You do realize that the cost of the missile
was coming out of your end of the payout." Sam reminded the young shooter.
Soon they were back at the Division Camp, where the
two hundred odds mercenaries are gathered there for the frontline assault at
the United Continents camps in nearby Munich. The United Continents have
brought a contingent of their soldiers with supplies there last week, and the
mercenaries were assigned to battle them. The enemy strength was expected to be
at least four hundred strong but the mercenaries are holding the trump card of
hitting before the enemies are assembled to fight;
"So you are back." Major Burnside;
formerly an officer of the United Europe but now a mercenary and sometimes
patriotic fighter greeted the return of his youngest sniper.
"I read the report. Your task had taken care of
the scouts. But we were surprised that there were droids." Intel in this
war was unreliable and at times misleading. More so with these individual packs
of mercenaries. "But we have a task to perform. It’s our crusade to remove
these infidels from our land."
Micheal sat up and looked at the departing Major. He
looked towards Sam and spoke to him on the concern.
"The Intel could be the decisive matter to this
coming battle." Micheal told Sam.
"I know but the Major wants to hit them before
they are ready." Sam replied. "You were good at handling the droids.
I hoped they are too. Are you coming along?"
"Nope, I promised the young ones, I would be
there with them for prayer." Micheal got off and rushed off to the
Missionary which was an hour by hover pad. Just before he departed, Sam passed
him the rifle with some ammo packs.
"You keep this. You may need it." Sam told
him and then drove off.
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