One Shot - Kill Shot

Warning May Contain Violance - All swearing has been removed. 

 

PROLOG

 

It had taken Mark Henderson and his spotter Damen Born 82 hours since been dropped in the LZ to find the small collection of huts, situated east of Bela in Pakistan.The three huts, situated about a meter apart all in a row, where small and compact and they had only one window per hut. The huts looked like they had been abandoned a long time ago, execpt the middle hut which had big boards across the windows but the light from inside escaped through the sides of the board Which ment someone was there. On the front of the house was a white landrover that looked grey with the amount of dust and dirt up the sides.

'Three huts, target in the middle hut with two people as company'

That was the voice of Damen Born drawing a picture of where the target is situated for British Marine Sniper Mark Henderson.

'Door way of middle hut is 997ft , jeep is 993ft.'

'Copy that' replied Mark. He had his L115A3 long range sniper rifle tucked into this chest and his eye down the scope with the crosshairs locked onto the door.

They where both layed slightly uphill from the huts in order to give them selves as much advantage over the enemy as possible. They had turned off both there back up raidos to save the battery as they only have a twenty hour life span so they need to be used wisely, also by turning them off they did not run the risk of the enemy detecting there position. In the middle hut was Al-qaeda terrorist leader know by the name of Mohammed Ramzi. It was there job to take him out and the witnesses with him by what ever means nessercery as a window of opportunity such as this may not come around again any time soon.

Mark was reguarded as one of the best snipers in the world so been patient and laying still for hours on end was no problem for him. He sat up and grabbed the last bottle of water from the rashions they had brought for themselves to last the mission. Only eating and drinking when they really had to. He handed the bottle over to Damen as he took a gulp and returned the bottle to the bag. He then layed back down and looked back into the binos that where situated on his tripod infront of him.

'Movement in the hut'

Mark went back to laying prone and took up his postion with the rifle. The door of the hut swang open and two men walked out. Each stood about 6'5 and had big muscular bodies. Bodyguards. They glanced round and shouted back into the hut, then moved towards the vechial. Mark had one of the them locked in his sight. The man was magnified by the scope so he could see every detail on the mans face. He could of shot him dead there and then but that would compromise his mission so he waited. He moved the crosshairs back to the door just a small man appeared wearing black shoes and trousers with a white shirt and blazor. The man was cleanley shaved and obviously took care of himself. He held a briefcase in his right hand as he stood at the door and looked around. Mark took up the slack on the trigger with the crosshaires aimed at the mans chest. Snipers rarly went for this difficult head shot but instead aimed at the big mass area of a man, his chest and stomach.

'Target confirmed as, Mohammed Ramzi, open fire.' said Damen as she switched the radio back on.

Mark slowed his breathing and blacked out everything around hime, this was when he became a sniper. He measured the wind speed and if the target was going to move in a split second the he pulled the trigger. A small pop sound was heard only be Mark as the silencer soaked up the noise. Mark seen the grin on the mans face as he took a deep breath, then his eyes opened wide in shock as the bullet hit him in the left side of the chest and knocked him back onto the floor of the hut. Kill Shot.

'Target 1 down' whispered Damen. Not that it was any useful as Mark already new and wasnt listening.

The two guards looked on in shock not knowing what had happend. This gave Mark a few seconds to swing the crosshair round to the man stood at the passenger side door to the LandRover and shoot. The bullet went stright into the mans chest of the first bodyguard who slumped to the floor .

'Target 2 down'

By this time the other guard had grabbed his AK47 and fell to the floor on the opposite side of the Land Rover covering himself with the wheel. Mark heard the shots and seen the man tipping the gun over the bonet and sparying bullets hopeing to hit something. Even though the man had no idea where he was shooting or what he was shooting at. The man stopped and layed still for the next few minutes and everything went silent. Another few minutes past, this was now just a waiting game. The guard slowly started moving back up hoping what ever was there had know fled. He slowly peered his head over the top of the bonet. Thats all Mark Needed. He took a breath and fired. The man was thrown back as the bullet smashed through his skull. Mark nodded to Damen who picked up the radio.

'Move in, move in, 3 targets down, grab whatever intel you can and confirm the kills'.

As soon as he had finished speaking on the radio there was movement to the right and to the left of the huts as a special oaps agent moved in from each side. Moving swiftly and putting bullets into the men to make sure they where dead. The two speical oaps men met outside the door to the middle hut. They pausd for a second before both running into the hut guns at the ready. A few minuites passed before the men walked out and raised there arms in the air. This ment the hut was all clear.

'Take pictures of the bodys for identification and grab whatever intel you can including that breifcase, chopper will be in extraction point in 15 minuites.' Mark said down the radio.

'Mission Complete'.