En Garde

The Moscow Incident

The icy night air caressed my cheeks, sending shivers down my spine and making my fingers tingle. My knees ached from my position on the tower and my fingers had stiffened from being in the same place for so long.
I checked the time. Just a few minutes more.
I sensed movement from the tower opposite mine. Adrenaline coursed through my body as I prepared to squeeze the trigger. I glanced at the time once again before I-
Stopped.
"No" I breathed, "that can't be right."
We were a minute off. A hooded figure stood up in front of me. Protocol would be to shoot, but for some reason I hesitated. Something that I could be heavily punished for.
But there was something about this character. Their build looked so familiar.
No.
I can't afford to waste time like this!
I peeked into the eyepiece preparing to make adjustments to get my bullet right through the head and out. Shifting in my position,I got ready to pull the trigger. It was then that our unexpected guest pulled of his hood revealing a humongous grin.
"What the fu-" . It was...Jon. My fingers relaxed from the side of the sniper and with shaking hands I took out my burner and dialed his number. I saw his phone illuminate in vest, and facepalmed myself.
God, how dumb can someone get? Anyone with a brain would know not to draw attention in enemy territory.
I saw his fingers slide into his vest pocket as he fished out his own burner. "Hey, Rae-"

"Jon, what the hell !?"  I whispered frantically, "You're not supposed to be here!"

  I glared at him from my side of the tower, and observed how his face muscles contorted to form a devilish smirk.
  Something was so not right.
"Sorry, sweetheart." He chuckled before ripping his pistol from its holster, and begun firing shots into the ebony sky.
I dove down, taking protection behind the low castle wall. My blood froze.

What the hell was he doing ??

  The shots kept coming- loud and deafening bangs which pierced my ears. My mind was a storm, millions of questions swirling around my brain as I fumbled through my carrier, desperately trying to find my pistol. I felt my fingers clench on something cold and steely. I lifted the gun out from the depths of the bag, making sure I had enough ammo to take him out. I cautiously peeked over the wall. He had finally run out of bullets. With my gun in one hand, I grabbed my burner.
"Jon, what the hell? Put your damn gun away now!" I hissed.
I saw his ears perk up as he listened to the sound of my voice through the burner. "But dear," he cooed "I'm just getting started." His grey eyes flashed towards me, and grinning wickedly, he aimed his pistol in my direction.
  Dropping the burner, I used my free hand to get a better grip on my gun.
"You're a pain in the ass, Rae." He mocked, as I steadied myself . "I'm so sick of running around and pretending to be your little puppy. You always just have to have the last say and,quite frankly I'm-"
The gunshot that sounded next felt like it had shaken the earth to its core. The sickening crunch of a bullet lodging itself in Jon's forehead made my intestines twist in ways I never before had imagined.

Jon's lifeless body was on the floor, surrounded by a pool of blood. I stood at the opposite end of the tower, hands drawn and trembling as they were stuck in firing position.