Disclaimer: Mass Effect is the property of BioWare. I do not known it in any way, shape, or form.
This is just a little thought that popped into my head while play the first Mass Effect. I have no idea where it came from but I just had to write it so enjoy.
The merc stood on a balcony and rained suppressing fire down on the Alliance marines cover, wondering where his backup was until all thoughts fled at the kiss of cool metal against the back of his head.
"What you're feeling is the M-98 Widow, the most powerful sniper rifle in the galaxy and take your head clean off," a hard voice said behind him. "Now, I know what your thinking. These things aren't too accurate when fired from the hip, and to tell you truth I'm not too sure myself if I could hit you from here. So, you got to ask yourself one question, am I feeling lucky. Well, do you, punk?"
Whether he was feeling lucky or not the merc couldn't say. All he could think was that he should've listened to his mother and been a doctor.
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