Life of a Street Fighter

Recoil

* edited on 4/11/16

Scarlett looked down at her hand, whose knuckles had begun bleeding again. She discretely wiped her hand on the back of her jeans, and looked up at him. "Um...is that a good thing?" she asked.

Sniper G laughed and slapped her on the back. "It's just that I don't get many people who seem tough" he said thoughtfully.

"Ah" Scarlett said, raising her eyebrows. "So, what are we exactly going to do here?"

"Shoot stuff. You do know how to fire that right?" he said, gesturing at her waist where the gun handle was sticking out.

"Yeah" she replied, taking it out.

"We shoot stuff. Occasionally make things explode" he said, referring back to her previous question.

"Well that sounds fun" she said with a devilish smirk on her face.

"It is. Now, line up and aim at that target right there. I wanna see what you're made of" he said, pointing to the target on the other side of the room.

Scarlett nodded and clicked the safety off, taking careful aim at the targets head before pulling the trigger. A split second later, there was an explosion of paint from where the targets head was, spraying the walls a dark red.

"Nice" Sniper G said, running a hand along the barrel of the gun he still held in his hand. "Ever shot one of these before?" he asked, a tiny smirk tugging up the corner of his mouth.

Scarlett shook her head, a smile on her face as she looked at the gun. "There's a first time for everything though, isn't there?" she asked.

"Yup. Don't get your hopes up yet though. Agents like you usually use handguns or L115A3 AWM sniper rifles" he said, turning and walking to the opposite side of the wall, where she could see a lock stuck out of the wall, holding a safe closed. She followed him curiously, wondering what was in the safe.

Sniper G stopped in front of it and spun the dial, whistling cheerfully. A few seconds later, his muscles tensed and he pulled open the thick titanium and swung it back against the wall. Scarlett ran her eyes over the racks of guns, admiring the smooth lines and obvious power behind some.

"See something you like?" he asked, replacing the gun he had in his hand back into the gun safe. He leaned over, blocking Scarlett's view for a second before he pulled back, holding a smaller rifle.

Scarlett took one last look at the gun racks holding the rifles that leaned against the wall before Sniper G closed the door with a heavy thud.

"Follow me" he said, walking back to the shooting stall. She followed him silently, her shoes making quiet thuds on the rubber flooring.

Once she arrived at the shooting stall, Sniper G had already set the gun up on a tripod, so it rested against the steel table. "Sit" he said, motioning towards the chair at the table.

Scarlett sat, hesitant at the thought of handling such a big gun. Her hesitancy must have shown because Sniper G smiled and patted her shoulder. "Relax and don't let it intimidate you" he said in a reassuring tone.

Scarlett nodded, flicking what she assumed was the safety off. Why was she getting so worked up about it? Just pull the trigger, deal with the consequences later.

Scarlett placed her eye up against the scope, lining the crosshairs up so they all met in the center of the target's head. Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, she only paused one second longer, before pulling the trigger.

She never got to see if she hit the target or not. When the gun recoiled back, the scope slammed into her eye, making her jump back and hiss in pain. "Damn! That hurts like hell!" she spat, her hand covering her left eye.