"Stop moving about"
Sam sighed. He was bored. Really bored. He was a man of action, damnit! He wasn't designed to wait around on rooftops with binoculars- he had to teleport into the fray and start wrecking stuff up.
Yet here he was as Lewik Chanter's 'spotter' while the other Circle member waited with the sniper rifle for the target to show.
"Why don't you just use the binoculars then? Clearly you could do a better job of it" he huffed, annoyed.
"Because, if the firing range is anything to go by, you suck at shooting. And I need you to find the guy first so I can concentrate on removing his stain from the world's windshield" Lewik countered. He clearly didn't like this arrangement either. "Can't you just pay attention?"
Jonathan got a heads-up from a hotel security guard under UN employ that a wealthy drug lord was arriving in two days to stay. To both eliminate the criminal without risk or collateral damage, Lewik was given the contract, but stated that he needed a spotter with binoculars to help out. He wanted Isy, Allis, heck even Alfred. But, no. Everyone else was busy.
So he got Sam- a close combat guy with no patience. Joy of joys.
"No, I can't. Why can't we just stab him up?" Sam moaned for the literal millionth time.
"Because everyone there will see Earth's superpowered champion kill a man with diplomatic immunity in broad daylight. Not to mention your power level will drop faster than a prostitute's trousers without a belt- killing you" Lewik almost snarled back. Even for a sniper, his patience was running thin. His mind dawdled on his superpowered compatriot. He didn't hate Sam. Far from it, he had utmost respect for his feats alone. But the differences between them were clear. One was a big hammer, designed for smashing things into place, yet the other was a delicate scalpel for delicate operations. Oil and water, cooking fat and sink pipes- some things just don't mix-
"He's here"
Lewik looked up. So he was. He fired, a man fell down, screams.
"Time to go" he replied, all business once again, strapping the rifle to his back and taking back his binoculars from Sam.
"So... who couldn't pay attention?" Sam said, grinning.
Under his balaclava, Lewik smiled. Touché.
They teleported away, leaving the rooftop in a red blaze of light.
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The Circle
Non-FictionA superhero headcanon I made that involved my entire A-Level Drama class (plus friends). Anyway, here is the super-awesome team straight out of the UK with superpowers of galactic proportions! I'm going to do some one-shots and stories of their supe...
