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Bullseye

“I hate this,” Savage muttered.

“I feel naked,” Chains added.

I was going to kill them. Every fucking one of them if they didn’t shut up. So, they had left their cuts behind and wore all black. I explained everything in detail to them, and they agreed. Yet, the moment we were out in the field, all I got was bitching.

This wasn’t a regular run where they could wear what they wanted. This was a deception, camouflage, hiding in plain sight. I couldn’t take the chance anyone would notice them.

“It’s not that bad,” Massacre said. “I kinda like the look. I look like some special ops dude.”

“Yeah, your special, all right,” Savage laughed.

Ignoring the banter, I tried to concentrate on my task. It shouldn’t have been hard. I was just scoping the area for intel. It was nothing strenuous, but with the gaggle complaining, they were making it harder than it needed to be.

“It can’t be this easy,” I whispered in shock as I looked into my scope, standing on a rooftop of a building three miles away. It was the closest I was willing to go. It wasn’t that I couldn’t get closer. I knew I could, but not with the three fucking stooges with me. For the last three mother-fucking days, the three morons drove me fucking crazy. This was the last time I let Reaper assign me help.

Never again.

I was better at going it solo.

As I looked into my scope, I had to admit that maybe the idiots were a good luck charm because this assignment was way too easy. Not that I minded, but damn. I thought it would be more complicated than this. Of course, whenever I thought something was easy, it always turned into a fucking nightmare.

Maybe they were bad luck?

“What?” Savage asked. “Let me see. You are always hogging that thing?”

“Will you leave Bullseye alone,” Massacre sighed.

“Why? All he does is look in that damn thing,” Chains complained.

“If you don’t shut the fuck up, I will put a bullet in your heads,” I said, handing the scope to Massacre. “Seriously, since we left, all you guys do is bitch. What is wrong with you?”

“We’re horney,” all three said simultaneously.

“Good grief,” I sighed. “It’s been three fucking days.”

“Are you shitting me?” Massacre said, looking into the scope. “No fucking way!”

“What?” Savage said, walking over, reaching for the scope. “Let me see.”

Massacre handed my scope over to Savage, who put it to his eye and instantly growled before handing the scope to Chains. “Deal soul walking.”

“How you wanna play this?” Massacre asked. “I’m mean, I’m all for just riding in their guns blazing in all, but I don’t think that’s your style.”

“It’s not, and as much as I’d like to do the same, something doesn’t feel right about this. It was too easy. We need more information.”

“What’s to think,” Savage said. “He’s right there!”

“And we don’t know if there are any traps or other people. All we see is him. We need to scout the area for the next twenty-four to forty-eight hours. We need to make sure he is alone. Also, I need to take pictures of the area and see where the next dwelling is. If it’s within a five-mile radius, I need to know. Sound travels. I also need to map the area and check the weather, so I can find the right spot to take my shot.”

“Damn,” Savage said, scratching his head. “I thought you just shot. I didn’t know it was so complicated.”

“I shoot from a distance. Long distances. It’s a science.”

“Could you shoot him from here?” Massacre asked.

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