August 10, 2019
5:11 am
The earwig sits in my ear, almost uncomfortably, but it'll have to do. "I count 12 guards in total." Nat's voice comes over the comms.
12....the irony
Another 12 lives I get to end.... Go me.
Holding myself steady, I notch my rifle into the tree branch in front of me, taking aim at the four guards at the front of the building. Just as the sky begins to shift from black to shades of purple.
I sent Saint along with Nat, to guard her. She can't get hurt on the mission, I'll never forgive myself. There's already too many that have been hurt because of me and most I can't even remember. Mozrov made some mistakes but he sure did fuck with my mind in the beginning. My memories of my life with him are spotty at best.
Since working for Shield I've done all I can to avoid harming innocents....but no one's perfect, especially in this line of work.
"Wade, do your thing." He doesn't bother to respond before I hear a loud crash and then he screams, "Follow me dickheads!" There's my cue.
The four in front look at each other but then listen to their own comms. Quickly I take out the one closest to where Wade is. The blonde falls over and the others draw their weapons scanning their surroundings.
Cocking the rifle, I take aim, killing another two guards.
Sucking in a deep breath, I watch the last one through my scope, he scrambles to their bodies checking for a pulse, before scanning the area.
My finger rests on the trigger as Wade's bright red suit appears. He sprints and tackles the last guard before snapping his neck.
Jerking the rifle over into the other notch, I take aim. Ready to pick off the last of them.
POP, POP, POP
The shots ring through the air and four men fall down, Wade fist bumping the air at my two-in-one. Before tackling another guard. He screams as I fire at a guard approaching Wade from behind. His blood splatters on the ground.
POP
Wait, that wasn't me....
"Nat?" I whisper into the comms, she tells me she's good and securing the truck, finding Wade among the bodies, I see him brandishing his own weapons.
"You fuckers! I just got this cleaned! Al's gonna be pissed!" He screams as he empties both of the guns into two guards.
Where are the others.... Shouting drags my attention to Wade again, he's got another one.
There's one more... snap. I freeze. One of them figured out where the sniper was. Holding my breath, I carefully angle my head down to scan the forest floor. Slowly I grab the gun on my thigh and take aim, moving the rifle would catch his attention. Thankfully it's barely sunrise, the dark still giving me a decent amount of cover.
I pulled the trigger. The shot rings out as he slumps over.
"They're down." I call over the comms as I sling the rifle back on my shoulder, before jumping down from the tree.
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A Little Song Bird
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