Flesh Wounds

Chapter Twenty-Five "Trickshot"

Nick Pov

"Watch this guy's. I'm gunna hit a trickshot."

"You're not gunna hit it," 34 doubts 5000 who is holding a sniper over his shoulder.

"Dude. I am a magician. Watch," 5000 responds confidently.

"I'd bet you money that you'd miss. If I had money to bet," 34 says sarcastically and very normally.

Right now we're outside practicing with a Sniper that 34 bought with some REQ.

"Whatdoyou think?" 5000 asks everyone else.

"Ehhhh," Mostly everyone murmurs.

We've seemed to have drawn a crowd of about 2 other Spartans and 3 Marines.

"Watch!" 5000 jumps up and does a spin while keeping himself in the air for about 2 seconds then drops down and blindly fires a shot. Missing the can completely.

"You would've owed me one million REQ if I had any to bet," 34 scoffs grabbing the Sniper back from 5000.

"I felt as if you posed more of a threat to us than the can," Yang says smirking knowing she could hit any of these shots he keeps calling.

5000 is a shotgunner and Yang is a Sniper. And their basically opposites. What else could be anymore opposed than them?

34 takes a look at the sniper and smirks as he starts undoing the screws in the sniper's upper section.

"Hey that's cheating!" 5000 yells at 34 as they laugh.

"Not if you know how to work a gun," 34 says taking off the scope and placing it on top of a crate. "Hehe.." 34 smirks and looks over at the can, then puts his helmet back on.

"What are you-?"

34 quickly answers Yang's question without her finishing, "Backwards," He turns around and flips the sniper over his shoulder.

"There's no way you're gunna hit this," 5000 doubts crossing his arms.  

"Am too," 34 mocks staring at 5000. Just then 34 keeps the sniper in place and then.

*Bam!*

The can goes flying off of the crate and falls somewhere off in the back.

"Excellent shot," A deep voice says, actually a familiar to me. Is that?..

"Locus! Get your ass over here now!" I can hear Felix yell over at Locus who was, watching us? 

I turn around to not see him, "What the hell?" I can definitely remember his voice coming from right there.

Ah why do I care? The only people who would actually care is the readers.

"I wonder.."

                                   -Time skip to late dawn-

34 Pov

*Sss* *Ss* *Sssss*

I put down my blowtorch and look down at the 'in progress' project of mine.

These cost too much to buy with REQ and I said, 'Why not just make one?'

I look around me, its completely dark except my hover lamp I have above what I'm working on. The squad is out to a late supper because we spent the time jacking off with the sniper instead.

I reopen my notice I got from Project Numbers, there's a count down timer till, well until I'm fully put into the program.

It says "Twenty-two days left"

I take a swig of another Sun-Kist. Reactivate my blowtorch, and continue to weld.

*Sss* *Ss* *Ssssss*

                                                             -Later-

Nick Pov (Again)

I wonder how these will work. I stand behind the line this time at the firing range, the time is 21:23.

I got another message from Project Numbers, informing me of, random crap that I don't care about. Me lead a team? What are they thinking?..

I cock my other magnum and look at it. Very shiny actually, chrome looking even. I like that.

Both of them look excellent and murderous, as well as a bit quieter with the suppressors on the barrels. Luckily they look like they only take the normal ammo for the M6G. 

I aim both magnums in front of me at one of the targets, no lock on, no aim bot, just my experience with pistols. 

Putting my right forward and in a tactical stance I fire all twelve shots into one target, seven headshots and five bodyshots. Then switching stances to my left hand I fire a whole other mag into a separate target, three headshots, five bodyshots, two limbshots, and two misses.

"Ugh damn it!" I'm right handed but I would've expected to still hit more. Haven't fired a pistol in a while. "Just need to warm up."

Dropping the two mags out I quickly get two fresh in.

Standing straight forward I hold both magnums outward and fire at one single target, twenty-four shots. Incredibly loud too.

sixteen headshots, five bodyshots, four limbshots.. Wait a minute. That equals.

Twenty-five? I turn around to reveal the reason why it was twenty-five.

"Again with you?" It was Locus. Oh would you look at that, I never got to see because he was usually in camo but his armor type is literally Locus. I guess that's where the name came from.

"Typical firing, as expected from someone like you," He grunts watching me stand there.

I drop the other mags and put in two new ones again. "What do you mean 'someone like you'?" I ask a little tempered still from my firing.

"Because I know what you are."