*Last chapter for a pretty long time with a warning attached to it. Drugs, as you would probably be able to tell, and a little bit of graphic violence. But the next chapter is fine again. It's about to get really good after Moran's early life, so stay tuned and thanks for all the reads and support! :)
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I remember my first robbery like it was yesterday. My friend Rick gave me the details for our mission one day in May when we were Juniors. He said that the drug dealer that he was working with would not give him the drugs cheaply anymore.
"So, Sabrina Moran, if you have a rifle, can you help me rob him?"
I looked at Rick with an odd expression. I didn't really know what to say. He knew I had the rifle and the skill to help him. And I wanted the drugs just as badly as he did.
"Fine. But I want some of the drugs."
"What do you want? He's got everything, as you'll see."
"Pay me in cocaine," I said. I knew if I were to re-sell it, I'd probably get the most for it. More than even heroin or cocaine. Many people don't even know if it's legal or illegal, and they'd take the risk.
"Why? Wait, you don't snort it yourself... do you?"
"It's worth a lot. Get me a pint-sized bag."
"WHAT?!?! You are so absurd. You know that's nearly impossible, right? It's certainly asking me for a lot. I might want that for myself."
"I don't care. No drugs, no muscle."
"Fine. One pint-sized bag of cocaine coming up," he said as I walked out the door of his house.
When I got out to the yard, I saw two of my other friends there. Before I could even ask, one responded.
"You need us. You can't be a one-man gun," Lawson said. She was one of my fellow riflers, and I was surprised to see her there. She knew Mycroft.
"I'm ready to go. I want my cocaine,"
I said, walking down the stairs and hitting Lawson's shoulder.
Cocaine? I saw her mouth to Rick. Long story, he mouthed back.
"So who are we actually robbing? I asked my friends as we got into Rick's car, he in the driver's seat and me in the one next to him.
"You'll see when we get there," Rick said. I resisted the urge to deduce. I couldn't stand how much it made me feel like Mycroft and Sherlock, and I only did it when I absolutely had to.
Not was not the time; I'd save it for later.
When we did finally get there, it was the mouth of a dark alleyway next to a storefront. There was a man waiting there unarmed. It seemed almost too good to be true. Unless this guy was one that no one would even dream of attacking.
I could see that they both had pistols when I jumped out of the car, locking my rifle at the same time. It was my school-regulation one at the time, and it had this embarrassingly long barrel that made it hard to carry around in public.
"Brandishing firearms, I see, Winston." Winston was my other friend's name. Did this guy know all of us except me? I wondered how this man otherwise would have known.
At the mention of his name, Winston shuddered. Lawson took out her gun as well. Hers was a long rifle, not one that was school-regulated. The barrel on this gun had been sawed-off long ago. I remember the day she did it.
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Consulting Sniper (Moran's Story)
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