"Pull the trigger!"
The voice shouts through the com, making my ear hurt.
"Pull the fucking trigger dammit!"
I've forgotten who I am, why I'm here. I look at the man on his knees in front of me, the gun, heavy in my hand, aimed at his skull.
"Bro, if you don't do it, I will."
The man who spoke is wearing military combat gear and is holding an assault rifle in his arms.
"Saint one-one, do you copy?"
My body goes numb.
"Saint one-one, do you copy?"
I can't support myself.
"Come on man, we've been hunting this dude for the past two years, all you've gone on about is putting a bullet in his skull, get it over with!"
I flick the safety off.
"That's it, pull the trigger."
I close my eyes.
"Sweetheart?"
A familiar female voice crackles over the coms channel.
"Baby, you've got to do this. You always told me to follow my dreams and all you ever dreamed of was this moment. Don't let it go to waste."
My pulse is so rapid I feel as if it will break my ribs.
"For Jonas." I whisper and pull the trigger.
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Scarecrow
AksiThe story of multiple elite military soldiers in pursuit of a terrorist group. I cannot say much else for spoilers sake. All rights reserved The works in this book are completely fiction and any links to real life events are completely coincidental.
