SNIPER

Prologue

Bang.

The smell of gunpowder was fresh in Jack's nose, she looked up from the scope of her M25 sniper rifle, or as everyone calls it 'the white feather'. Jack picked up the binoculars, resting on her arm. A target was placed about a senior soccer field away had a whole straight through the head of it.
Another dummy target was strategically placed in the room of an abandoned penthouse.

Jack took a deep breath reigning her skillful, inhuman, senses in. The wind was all but dead but still there, Jack shifted the stock under her arm to compensate for it. The M1906 round weighed about 26.1 grams, meaning she would have to approximate the distance to the weight, she moved the barrel of the gun up about 67 degrees. Double checking the with the scope, she squeezed the trigger, and felt every small movement of the mechanisms.

When you pull the trigger of a gun, a spring mechanism hammers a metal firing pin into the back end of the bullet, igniting the small explosive charge in the primer. The primer then ignites the main explosive that occupies about two thirds of a typical bullet's volume.

Jack glanced at the shot through the binoculars, chewing her gum loudly and rolling it around her tongue and blowing a bubble, hearing the satisfy pop of the it, as she chewed it. Her trainee next to her looked at the shot as well, he let out a hiss, and jack let out a cocky chuckle. The target had a direct hollow point through its head. Her trainee, was it Jerry, Jeff, no, Tom maybe? Whatever it was, gestured for another round, Jack smirked, he seriously thought he could earn his money back after that? Cocky bastard.

Jack glanced behind her at the group of Winged genies; five males stood at the front of the group assessing the trainee's potential. Behind them emerged the lean figure of a girl with raven-black hair. She moved in a quick, calculated manner, as if every step was part of a kata. Her eyes were sharp black diamonds and her thin-lipped mouth a red slash across her powdered white face. She was enticing in a deadly way, thought Jack, a viper poised to strike. Then the girl gave a crack of a smile, exposing her glistening fangs. Jack's snapped to attention at the shadow casted on her fully white clothing, then to the light brown and white feathers, not an abnormal colour for a genie, attached to her arms like bird wings.

Jack herself shivered as the deep maroon colured wings, that were large and bulky on her back, and felt the cool breeze of the air. The strong bones that held a large wingspan of feathers that were delicate and sensitive. Feathers better suited for the warm climate of Australia, not the cool air of Japan's Ashiodozan, a ghost city. Not that she hadn't been to cold places before, but the only benefit of this cool was the availability of using her black full-length trench coat, with matching black jeggings and crop top.
"Excuse me,", the female's thick accent cutting through the air as she cleared her throat.

Jack looked at the female winged genie and smirked lazily, "Hai?" Jack's well-versed Japanese rolled off her tongue in response. The female narrowed her eyes accusingly, she opened her mouth to speak, before her eyes to grew wide and she chocked on her words, as she started to cough up blood. Jack's eyes zeroed in on the red now coating her white attire, head darting to the direction of the bullet. Jack grabbed her rifle, stuffing a magazine in her pocket, glancing to the side of the abandoned building, she rolled forward and dived off it.

Jack's mighty, magnificent maroon wing stretched out slightly slowing her decent. She estimated the angle that the bullet was shot, then the accuracy that it was fired. The bullet was silent when it was shot, limiting the distance that it could have been fired at. Stuffing her hand into the pocket on her jacket, grabbing the magazine. She slips her fingernail under two cartridges and flinging them out, she smoothly slides the magazine back into her pocket and snatching the bullets out of midair. Moving Jack's right knee up to balance the white feather against it, with her right hand she opens the chamber and clears the shell casting out, with her left hand, she clutched one bullet and slipped the other in.

Jack breathed in deep before silently hitting the ground. She sprinted to the edge of the building, the rocky ground beneath her crumbling under her weight. She squatted around the edge of the building, bracing the white feather against her securely. She felt her senses on high alert, she, however, was calm, feeling centered she looked up at the figure through her scope. With the way the figure was standing she could tell they had their wings flared out triumphantly, so she calculated and shot. Time seemed to slow as the bullet hit the wing and the figure shifted to the center of her scope's sight, with lightning speed she cleared her chamber, the shell flying out, then slipped the bullet in her hand, in.

The sniper in the window barely had a second to scream for the wound of its wing, as the white feather silenced it.

Jack blew another bubble of gum, popped it, and chuckled darkly. What could she say? She loved her job.

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