matthew1776
05-21-2015, 07:18 PM
** Not 100% finished yet but would like to get some reviews on the first part and having a hard time with the ending**
On a rooftop which looked down Queen Street, a sniper lay watching. Beside her lay her rifle. The rifle who had served her well was a M24 which is a military version of the famous and reliable Remington 700 rifle. To the left of her on a small canvas bag laid a pair of field glasses. Her face was the face of a student, thin and ascetic, but her eyes had the cold gleam of the professional. They were deep and thoughtful, the eyes of a person who is used to looking at death straight in the eyes and not blinking. She had done this before, many times. Lay and waited till the moment when all the action was to begin. She picked up her M24, which was like picking up a close friend; she knew the feel of each and every single part of it. She unlatched the bipod and rested it so it was pointing in the direction she wanted it to go, then she got semi comfortable behind it.
Thru her scope she could see the people going about their business, waiting for the crossing lights to go green, cars and impatient drivers who were stopped on red lights. She wiggled around to make herself more comfortable, until finally settling on the best position she could on the hard concrete roof. She looked down at her watch, 2:45pm, not long to go she thought to herself. Her target was due to exit the building 1,100m ahead of her and on a slight downward angle at 3pm on the dot.
She started to control her breathing, got it under control. This was the danger time; she knew that her whole focuses will be on what she sees thru the little scope optics and what it chooses to show her. Her right hand came up from where it was rested and operated the bolt on her rifle, feeding a special 165grain .308 round into the chamber. The rounds were custom hand loaded for her with additional powder to improve the muzzle velocity of the bullet. The round fed into the chamber and the bolt closed with the familiar sound and feel she was used to.
The clock slowly crept around to 2:58pm. The front doors of the building opened and a skinny man, in his late 50’s stepped onto the street, he was holding a brief case. He was looking left and right with a semi-nervous twitch to it. He was looking for something, and then she saw what he was looking for, his facial expressions changed when he recognized a dark black late model BMW sedan, stuck in traffic but within visual range.
The sniper who had waited the best part of 2 hours made her last minute adjustments on her scope for the slight increase in wind which happened to pick up in the last 5 minutes. She put her crosshairs on his centre mass, at this range no point going for a head shot, this wasn’t the movies and a .308 165grain hollow point bullet travelling 3,400fps would hear a whole thru his chest the size of a small car. She watched and tried to anticipate the targets movements. She didn’t anticipate him moving much, he generally didn’t, just stood there quietly and still till his wife arrived with the car. She took out the slack ion the trigger, slowed her breathing again, kept the cross hairs on the target, and relaxed her mind, focused on the shot. Then she pulled the trigger.
The rifle barked as the firing pin struck the primer. The propellant burnt fast sending the bullet out of the muzzle and the recoil of the rifle thru her shoulder, the flames from the back blast erupted a split second later. But by that time the bullet was already far on its way towards the target. The bullet flew exactly where she wanted it to go. Straight and true. It struck him midpoint of his chest with such a force it threw him backwards in a puff of rest mist. It took the people standing around him a few seconds to process what had just happened and a few more seconds to react. She could see he was down thru her scope, half his chest was missing and the wall behind him was splattered with bright red blood. She could see the people who were once standing next to him start to run in panic. She cycled the bolt and the empty case ejected and a fresh round was fed into the chamber. She swung the rifle towards the BMW and watched the wife throw open the driver’s door, get out screaming. She could hear the yelling and screaming from where she was laying, she centred the crosshairs on the wife’s chest and fired.
The same results, which she had predicted would happen. The recoil felt warm on her shoulder, like a close friends hug, the flash of the muzzle and the seconds of waiting before she saw the 165grain bullet strike home. The wife didn’t know what hit her and she never would, one moment she was screaming, looking towards what had once being her husband, next moment everything went blank. She was thrown against the car by the force of the impact.
She knew it was time to leave, even before the wife had hit the ground she was starting to get up. By now she had an escape route in her mind. She grabbed her M24 and placed it in her black gun bag, collected the two empty shell casings and placed them in the bag too. Put the field glasses in her backpack and took out her Glock 17 and checked it was loaded and placed it in her coat pocket. She then ran for the door and down the fire escape. She got to the ground floor carpark about 2 minutes later and to her car a minute after that. It was a white Toyota corolla, plain model, no stickers or anything that would make it stand out from the millions of other Toyota corollas worldwide. Just the way she liked it. The car wasn’t hers but was stolen from an old guy who would no longer need it due to the 2 9mm parabellum’s that were lodged in his head.
She placed her M24 into the boot and locked the car up. Walked up the fire exit stairs onto Queen Street and turned to walk with the crowd. She fitted in nicely, she looked to be in her early 20’s, short compared to a European but average for her Chinese decent. She had medium length black hair and worse fake glasses, nothing was wrong with her eyes but it made her look common with the other Chinese students. The perfect disguise. She worked her way past the crowd and started to walk towards the university. She walked next to another bunch of Chinese girls and pretended to be part of their group as police officers screamed by with their sirens blaring.
Escape was always the hardest part of her job, the shots were relatively easy, and getting away with it was where most people got caught. But she had a plan and it seemed to be working. She was going to attend a lecture at Auckland University for 3 hours, after which was going to study in the Library for a few hours afterwards. No one would expect the shooter to remain within 2km of the victim, but that was what she was going to do.
It looked like every cop that could be mustered was out in force, they had road blocks and were running around in a mad panic like stance. They were stopping anyone suspicious. But she just walked by 3 lots of cops and they didn’t even have a 2nd look at her, she was invisible. She got to Auckland University and looks at the board for the lecture room and bent over and removed a ring binder from her backpack. She held it in her left hand and had her right hand wrapped around the glocks grip in her pocket, just in case as old habits die hard.
She made it to the lecture just before it started but waited to another group of Asian guys and girls were arriving and followed them in. She pretended to be part of the group. Nobody actually paid her much attention; she took up a seat and asked to borrow a pen from the Chinese girl sitting next to her. She took notes and pretending to be interested, economics was not her strong point but she listened and made an effort. The sounds of police cars could be heard every few seconds. About halfway thru the lecture a police officer came into the lecture hall, he took a quick look around at the students and then left. The sniper was quiet but made eye contact, much like the rest of the students. She could tell they had no idea who they were looking for, but it wasn’t a mid-20’s Asian female with shoulder length hair and glasses.
The lecture went on for another hour or so and she got up with the rest, returned the pen to the girl next to her and walked out with the mass of other students. By now the shootings were all over the radio, tv and social media and there were people everywhere. News Cameras were interviewing people about what they knew and there was still a heavy police presence. So far the media reported the police were looking for a European of mid to late 30’s, tall and athletic build and was seen running from a building not long after the shooting. The police had the shooting site and were still investigating but the sniper wasn’t worried, she did not leave any evidence at the scene, she was pretty sure about that.
She walked down to the library which was only a short walk but she passed hundreds of people, she still had her right hand around the glock holding it tight. She knew after the library she needed to leave the city, the country and get back to her home in Malaysia. She had a couple of fake passports in the car, hidden under the spare tire which she hoped the cops didn’t search. But she didn’t think there was much chance of that. She walked into the library, went up the escalator and found a nice comfy seat, picked up a few random books on social interactions among people and started to read and write notes. No one paid her much attention. The police came in a few times during her time there, generally talking to any European males they could find, asking them what she guessed were the basic questions. None were detained or questioned any further and she watched the police leave.
She got up from her seat and walked slowly towards the door. As she got outside she bumped into two police officers who stopped and noticed her hand in her pocket. “Excuse me miss” said one of the police officers as they turned to talk to her. She turned to face them, they asked her to open her bag but she pretended not to speak English. But they insisted with hand signals. “Crap” she thought as she still had her field glasses in her bag, she slowly opened the bag as one of the cops looked in and saw the glasses and looked up. Before he could communicate with his partner her right hand was already moving, the glock came out of her pocket and started its motion towards the first police officers chest, she fired twice, then swung the pistol towards the other police officer who was trying to grab her hand, she fired again and hit him in the shoulder, he flinched with the recoil of the bullet hitting him and she fired again, a fast double tap, sending him to the floor.
By now everyone was running and she could see a figure dressed in black come around the far corner, he was carrying what looked like an AR-15 bushmaster, he raised it and fired, the 5.56mm bullet missed but not by much. She took aim with her pistol and fired, hitting the black figure in the forehead and he went down. She ran as fast as she could in the opposite direction. She was trying to go thru her mind to figure out any sort of plan. She felt herself start to panic, but she quickly snapped herself out of that train of thought. Panic was not going to get her out of this, she just killed 3 police officers and by now they would know who they were looking for, that guy dressed in black must have reported her description to the others. She knew that they would have a brief description of her, she knew now that they would be hunting for her and that she was still in the city.
She was running, and by a chance of luck managed to get into a crowd of others running. That helped her she thought, there was at least 10 other Asian girls in the group. Could the police stop and detain every Asian lady in the city? Maybe it was a possibility but she felt safe enough to slow down and drop into a book store. She walked into the store keeping her breathing under control, walks over to the fashion section, and removes her glasses and ties up her hair.
Thru the stores window she could see police cars and officers on foot running past. One stopped and looked inside, immediately cast his eyes onto the sniper approached her but he didn’t perceive a threat and asked her if she had seen anything. She lied and said she had not, that she was here waiting for her boyfriend and was scared. The police officer assured her everything was ok but to remain inside. She thanked him and he left. She could see the sales clerk looking at her; she walks over holding the magazine. The sales clerk is nervous. The sniper pulls out her glock and puts a 9mm round thru the clerks head using the magazine as a silencer.
She went thru the back of the store and out into what looked like a service alley. Perfect cover to move around the city unnoticed. She started to make her way back she knew she had 10 rounds left. Not enough for a shootout but she wasn’t expecting to use the glock again. She managed to make it 3 blocks to where the car was parked. There were cops everywhere. She spied a hair salon a few doors away that looked empty so she went inside and asked for her hair to be cut short and coloured. The older Asian lady said it would be $175 and take 1 ½ hours. The sniper agreed and the old lady started to work. She chose a light colour, sort of what you see in those fashion magazines of Europeanised Asian women. The old lady didn’t say anything just went about getting all the tools of her trade ready.
The entire time she was in the chair she could see the cops outside; none approached the salon as her clothes were covered by a white hair dresser sort of gown to collect the loose hair. They didn’t pay any attention to her, she blended in and made it obvious she was making small talk with the hairdresser, it gave the impression she was a close friend of the older lady and this was what they always did. About an hour and 45 minutes past and the outcome was pretty good. She had never been on of those fashions obsessed girls, like her former classmates were, she tended to be reserved and quiet. Her dad started her on her current path by teaching her how to shoot and training her for the Olympics. Sadly her journey took a side step when she accepted a job at Red Sabre. Red Sabre was a private military company, she worked for them for a couple of years, learning, absorbing as much as possible before going freelance.
She snapped back to reality, realising she was looking at her reflection in the mirror a little too long. She thanked the hairdresser and paid the money. She was happy with the outcome. Next door was a clothing store, not a large one but one of those little boutique ones which sell off brand and replica clothes, she picked a pair of grey sweat style pants and a white and blue stripped T-shirt and went to get changed, paid for the items and disposed of her old clothes in the rubbish bin outside the store. She was happy with the way she looked. There were still police everywhere, she guessed after 3 officers shot and 2 civilians they would be out in force till she was in custody.
On a rooftop which looked down Queen Street, a sniper lay watching. Beside her lay her rifle. The rifle who had served her well was a M24 which is a military version of the famous and reliable Remington 700 rifle. To the left of her on a small canvas bag laid a pair of field glasses. Her face was the face of a student, thin and ascetic, but her eyes had the cold gleam of the professional. They were deep and thoughtful, the eyes of a person who is used to looking at death straight in the eyes and not blinking. She had done this before, many times. Lay and waited till the moment when all the action was to begin. She picked up her M24, which was like picking up a close friend; she knew the feel of each and every single part of it. She unlatched the bipod and rested it so it was pointing in the direction she wanted it to go, then she got semi comfortable behind it.
Thru her scope she could see the people going about their business, waiting for the crossing lights to go green, cars and impatient drivers who were stopped on red lights. She wiggled around to make herself more comfortable, until finally settling on the best position she could on the hard concrete roof. She looked down at her watch, 2:45pm, not long to go she thought to herself. Her target was due to exit the building 1,100m ahead of her and on a slight downward angle at 3pm on the dot.
She started to control her breathing, got it under control. This was the danger time; she knew that her whole focuses will be on what she sees thru the little scope optics and what it chooses to show her. Her right hand came up from where it was rested and operated the bolt on her rifle, feeding a special 165grain .308 round into the chamber. The rounds were custom hand loaded for her with additional powder to improve the muzzle velocity of the bullet. The round fed into the chamber and the bolt closed with the familiar sound and feel she was used to.
The clock slowly crept around to 2:58pm. The front doors of the building opened and a skinny man, in his late 50’s stepped onto the street, he was holding a brief case. He was looking left and right with a semi-nervous twitch to it. He was looking for something, and then she saw what he was looking for, his facial expressions changed when he recognized a dark black late model BMW sedan, stuck in traffic but within visual range.
The sniper who had waited the best part of 2 hours made her last minute adjustments on her scope for the slight increase in wind which happened to pick up in the last 5 minutes. She put her crosshairs on his centre mass, at this range no point going for a head shot, this wasn’t the movies and a .308 165grain hollow point bullet travelling 3,400fps would hear a whole thru his chest the size of a small car. She watched and tried to anticipate the targets movements. She didn’t anticipate him moving much, he generally didn’t, just stood there quietly and still till his wife arrived with the car. She took out the slack ion the trigger, slowed her breathing again, kept the cross hairs on the target, and relaxed her mind, focused on the shot. Then she pulled the trigger.
The rifle barked as the firing pin struck the primer. The propellant burnt fast sending the bullet out of the muzzle and the recoil of the rifle thru her shoulder, the flames from the back blast erupted a split second later. But by that time the bullet was already far on its way towards the target. The bullet flew exactly where she wanted it to go. Straight and true. It struck him midpoint of his chest with such a force it threw him backwards in a puff of rest mist. It took the people standing around him a few seconds to process what had just happened and a few more seconds to react. She could see he was down thru her scope, half his chest was missing and the wall behind him was splattered with bright red blood. She could see the people who were once standing next to him start to run in panic. She cycled the bolt and the empty case ejected and a fresh round was fed into the chamber. She swung the rifle towards the BMW and watched the wife throw open the driver’s door, get out screaming. She could hear the yelling and screaming from where she was laying, she centred the crosshairs on the wife’s chest and fired.
The same results, which she had predicted would happen. The recoil felt warm on her shoulder, like a close friends hug, the flash of the muzzle and the seconds of waiting before she saw the 165grain bullet strike home. The wife didn’t know what hit her and she never would, one moment she was screaming, looking towards what had once being her husband, next moment everything went blank. She was thrown against the car by the force of the impact.
She knew it was time to leave, even before the wife had hit the ground she was starting to get up. By now she had an escape route in her mind. She grabbed her M24 and placed it in her black gun bag, collected the two empty shell casings and placed them in the bag too. Put the field glasses in her backpack and took out her Glock 17 and checked it was loaded and placed it in her coat pocket. She then ran for the door and down the fire escape. She got to the ground floor carpark about 2 minutes later and to her car a minute after that. It was a white Toyota corolla, plain model, no stickers or anything that would make it stand out from the millions of other Toyota corollas worldwide. Just the way she liked it. The car wasn’t hers but was stolen from an old guy who would no longer need it due to the 2 9mm parabellum’s that were lodged in his head.
She placed her M24 into the boot and locked the car up. Walked up the fire exit stairs onto Queen Street and turned to walk with the crowd. She fitted in nicely, she looked to be in her early 20’s, short compared to a European but average for her Chinese decent. She had medium length black hair and worse fake glasses, nothing was wrong with her eyes but it made her look common with the other Chinese students. The perfect disguise. She worked her way past the crowd and started to walk towards the university. She walked next to another bunch of Chinese girls and pretended to be part of their group as police officers screamed by with their sirens blaring.
Escape was always the hardest part of her job, the shots were relatively easy, and getting away with it was where most people got caught. But she had a plan and it seemed to be working. She was going to attend a lecture at Auckland University for 3 hours, after which was going to study in the Library for a few hours afterwards. No one would expect the shooter to remain within 2km of the victim, but that was what she was going to do.
It looked like every cop that could be mustered was out in force, they had road blocks and were running around in a mad panic like stance. They were stopping anyone suspicious. But she just walked by 3 lots of cops and they didn’t even have a 2nd look at her, she was invisible. She got to Auckland University and looks at the board for the lecture room and bent over and removed a ring binder from her backpack. She held it in her left hand and had her right hand wrapped around the glocks grip in her pocket, just in case as old habits die hard.
She made it to the lecture just before it started but waited to another group of Asian guys and girls were arriving and followed them in. She pretended to be part of the group. Nobody actually paid her much attention; she took up a seat and asked to borrow a pen from the Chinese girl sitting next to her. She took notes and pretending to be interested, economics was not her strong point but she listened and made an effort. The sounds of police cars could be heard every few seconds. About halfway thru the lecture a police officer came into the lecture hall, he took a quick look around at the students and then left. The sniper was quiet but made eye contact, much like the rest of the students. She could tell they had no idea who they were looking for, but it wasn’t a mid-20’s Asian female with shoulder length hair and glasses.
The lecture went on for another hour or so and she got up with the rest, returned the pen to the girl next to her and walked out with the mass of other students. By now the shootings were all over the radio, tv and social media and there were people everywhere. News Cameras were interviewing people about what they knew and there was still a heavy police presence. So far the media reported the police were looking for a European of mid to late 30’s, tall and athletic build and was seen running from a building not long after the shooting. The police had the shooting site and were still investigating but the sniper wasn’t worried, she did not leave any evidence at the scene, she was pretty sure about that.
She walked down to the library which was only a short walk but she passed hundreds of people, she still had her right hand around the glock holding it tight. She knew after the library she needed to leave the city, the country and get back to her home in Malaysia. She had a couple of fake passports in the car, hidden under the spare tire which she hoped the cops didn’t search. But she didn’t think there was much chance of that. She walked into the library, went up the escalator and found a nice comfy seat, picked up a few random books on social interactions among people and started to read and write notes. No one paid her much attention. The police came in a few times during her time there, generally talking to any European males they could find, asking them what she guessed were the basic questions. None were detained or questioned any further and she watched the police leave.
She got up from her seat and walked slowly towards the door. As she got outside she bumped into two police officers who stopped and noticed her hand in her pocket. “Excuse me miss” said one of the police officers as they turned to talk to her. She turned to face them, they asked her to open her bag but she pretended not to speak English. But they insisted with hand signals. “Crap” she thought as she still had her field glasses in her bag, she slowly opened the bag as one of the cops looked in and saw the glasses and looked up. Before he could communicate with his partner her right hand was already moving, the glock came out of her pocket and started its motion towards the first police officers chest, she fired twice, then swung the pistol towards the other police officer who was trying to grab her hand, she fired again and hit him in the shoulder, he flinched with the recoil of the bullet hitting him and she fired again, a fast double tap, sending him to the floor.
By now everyone was running and she could see a figure dressed in black come around the far corner, he was carrying what looked like an AR-15 bushmaster, he raised it and fired, the 5.56mm bullet missed but not by much. She took aim with her pistol and fired, hitting the black figure in the forehead and he went down. She ran as fast as she could in the opposite direction. She was trying to go thru her mind to figure out any sort of plan. She felt herself start to panic, but she quickly snapped herself out of that train of thought. Panic was not going to get her out of this, she just killed 3 police officers and by now they would know who they were looking for, that guy dressed in black must have reported her description to the others. She knew that they would have a brief description of her, she knew now that they would be hunting for her and that she was still in the city.
She was running, and by a chance of luck managed to get into a crowd of others running. That helped her she thought, there was at least 10 other Asian girls in the group. Could the police stop and detain every Asian lady in the city? Maybe it was a possibility but she felt safe enough to slow down and drop into a book store. She walked into the store keeping her breathing under control, walks over to the fashion section, and removes her glasses and ties up her hair.
Thru the stores window she could see police cars and officers on foot running past. One stopped and looked inside, immediately cast his eyes onto the sniper approached her but he didn’t perceive a threat and asked her if she had seen anything. She lied and said she had not, that she was here waiting for her boyfriend and was scared. The police officer assured her everything was ok but to remain inside. She thanked him and he left. She could see the sales clerk looking at her; she walks over holding the magazine. The sales clerk is nervous. The sniper pulls out her glock and puts a 9mm round thru the clerks head using the magazine as a silencer.
She went thru the back of the store and out into what looked like a service alley. Perfect cover to move around the city unnoticed. She started to make her way back she knew she had 10 rounds left. Not enough for a shootout but she wasn’t expecting to use the glock again. She managed to make it 3 blocks to where the car was parked. There were cops everywhere. She spied a hair salon a few doors away that looked empty so she went inside and asked for her hair to be cut short and coloured. The older Asian lady said it would be $175 and take 1 ½ hours. The sniper agreed and the old lady started to work. She chose a light colour, sort of what you see in those fashion magazines of Europeanised Asian women. The old lady didn’t say anything just went about getting all the tools of her trade ready.
The entire time she was in the chair she could see the cops outside; none approached the salon as her clothes were covered by a white hair dresser sort of gown to collect the loose hair. They didn’t pay any attention to her, she blended in and made it obvious she was making small talk with the hairdresser, it gave the impression she was a close friend of the older lady and this was what they always did. About an hour and 45 minutes past and the outcome was pretty good. She had never been on of those fashions obsessed girls, like her former classmates were, she tended to be reserved and quiet. Her dad started her on her current path by teaching her how to shoot and training her for the Olympics. Sadly her journey took a side step when she accepted a job at Red Sabre. Red Sabre was a private military company, she worked for them for a couple of years, learning, absorbing as much as possible before going freelance.
She snapped back to reality, realising she was looking at her reflection in the mirror a little too long. She thanked the hairdresser and paid the money. She was happy with the outcome. Next door was a clothing store, not a large one but one of those little boutique ones which sell off brand and replica clothes, she picked a pair of grey sweat style pants and a white and blue stripped T-shirt and went to get changed, paid for the items and disposed of her old clothes in the rubbish bin outside the store. She was happy with the way she looked. There were still police everywhere, she guessed after 3 officers shot and 2 civilians they would be out in force till she was in custody.