Months at Sea

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Crack! I wake to the sound of thunder and, the flashes of light. Sweat coats my body i sit up placing my hands over my face rubbing my eye. i hear a faint Shout calling for me. Removing the blanket i stand looking for my jacket, it sits on the floor infront of the door. I pick it up. Stepping out the door and up the steps the boat starts to rock i bump back and fourth against the walls. Reaching the top i see Anna at the back holding my Rifle looking through the scope. "What are you doing with that? Whats is it now?'' i ask, " Just get over here Johnny!!" she replies, I walk up to her looking where she is pointing, There a small black raft. We had been on the run 2 weeks on the sea for eight days. I grabbed the gun. "Go hide downstairs Anna!" I shout at her. She choose this life i was born to it. Aiming down the scope of my silenced sniper rifle, i see the boat moving twards us. I count five soldiers two were women and three were men. This was a strike team, they found...us we have to move further. I Aim at the first man the one navigating, Aiming for the heart right where i was taught. Click, Bang, Dropped. One down i aim at the man frightened who raised his gun at the sight of his team member dying. Click, Bang, Down goes the next one, Continuing until there was only one. The female in the back she was too close for me to make the shot. Picking up the gun i rush to the port on the Stern of the Yacht.  When i got there the boat was tied in and she wasn't on it. I whip my head around unsheathing my knife. i creep back the way i came following the wet footsteps she had left behind. Down the stairs i move slowly checking every corner, There a puddle on the bench. She was here moments ago. Searching around i see her foot from around the next corner, I rush around to find her holding her gun out. Imediatelly grabbing it i place one hand on her wrist and the other on her neck i shove her up against the wall as she tries to kick i squeeze her neck tighter i see the pain in her eyes. I recognize her, no i dont KNOW her everyone could recognize her.

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