The Marksman

Chapter Ten- Setting it in Motion Part Two

-Time Skip

We have everything planned out and put in place. Its now a game of waiting. The firecrackers are places on the bottom in the ware house and on top of the ware house as well. It smells so musky mostly from the fog and near by factories more or less this place stinks like shit. I look around, trying to spot Jason but I am still unable too. Where is he? I remember that he told me that he was going to hide above but still I can't see him.

There was a slight sound of something shifting. Like someone trying to move something heavier than they can actually move without having to pick it up. I realize that this sudden sound was coming from the left side of me. But it was behind me. I shift into the shadows now holding my desert eagle in my hands.....well more like Jaybirds desert eagle.

I eye the area of where the sound was coming from and see five black figures running. Then I see it; a red laser, moving and bouncing of the walls jetting around the room. I heard something move above me, hoping that it's Jay.

I look to the area where Dead Shot had come from and see three more people come out. Then another handful runs in. I force myself to stay and slow my breathing down. I knew he was looking for us. No doubt about that. My heart beat begins to increase slightly and I take a deep breath trying to calm down. This isn't good. I need to move fast before he finds me! I shout at myself mentally. I grab Jays gun harder and I take a deep breath and let it out.

I peek behind to see where Dead Shot is. He moved somewhere else and hopefully no where near me. I hear slight footsteps coming from above and I glance up quickly seeing a figure. I glance forward again and slide behind crates blocking my back and side from view. I pat my pockets on my jeans to feel for some matches. Okay good, now all I need is the Que. I think to myself. Just then a wail was heard and I fumble for the matches and light one. I toss it down on the gun powder trail and watch it light up.

A smile plays with my face as I watch the trail shrink by every minute. I run past a few crates and stumble to a halt as I spot the red laser move to my direction. "I know you're here! Come on out. Lets be braver than you're old man!" Dead Shot shouts. I raise an eyebrow what does he mean be braver than my old man? I thought he got away and was in hiding. Hopefully thats what he's referring too. I glance around trying to spot Jay but no sight of him yet.

I mentally sigh and stay where I am currently at. Then there was gun fire and loud explosions continue after that. A smile plasters itself on my face. I hear the intruders yell in confusion and scramble around to continue their search for me only if the fire crackers would ever stop blowing up. I dash around and immediately stop in my tracks to find a man wearing a black leather jacket and brown cargo pants with combat boots. I raise an eyebrow, knowing this wasn't Jaybird. Some other guy. My arm raises up and my finger pulls the trigger. The guy drops to the floor, body limp and slowly a pool of blood surrounded him. I shiver at the sight and continue to run around shooting at the intruders.

Pretty soon it was now just Dead Shot. Through out this whole thing I wasn't able to find Jason anywhere. Where the hell is he? Did he leave me? I swear to god if he did, I'm going to kill him. I question myself. I frown at the thought of it. I shake my head and begin to plan. The firecrackers are no longer any use to us now.

I step out of the shadows and bolt for a corner that is closer to Dead Shot and should allow me to get perfect clearing for a lethal shot. I slow down my breathing in attempt to calm myself down. I take out Jay's desert eagle and aim at Dead Shot. My finger slams the trigger back and I watch the bullet fly towards Dead Shot only to miss. I swing behind the corner, hoping he won't see me. I hear foot steps towards the corner. Their cautious steps. They creep towards me even more. He makes it to where I see his arms before multiple bullets are scattered on him.