Title: Mark of an Assassin
Rating: G
Category: Gen
Genre: Gen
Pairing: None!
Warnings: None.
Summary: She was a professional.
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to DPB, CBS, Paramount, et al. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: Written for the second skills challenge on NFA, to write a short descriptive passage (no dialogue, no thoughts) from 100-300 words.
The bullet exploded from the pistol with a deafening bang, a motion that would have left most shooters jolting backwards from the velocity, yet this particular weapon handler remained unfazed. She was a professional.
She reached down into a pocket on the side of her cargo pants, retrieving another clip and reloading the gun. Every movement was smooth, like the bullets themselves. Her mouth was set in a thin line, registering no emotion, as she squeezed the trigger again, sending another chunk of metal flying across the shooting range, where it tore through a paper cutout of a man – right in the goodies.
The female shooter finally allowed a smirk to cross her face over the placement of the bullet, and set down the gun. She removed the protective earphones and turned to exit the shooting stall, but had a moment of hesitation and deftly reached down to her leg again.
This time, her actions drew shocked gasps and faces across the range of shooters. Her smirk grew wider and she swaggered out, leaving the assortment of men inside gawking after her.
One of the gawkers ran over to her station, reeling in the cutout with a loud protesting squeal of the rusty rails on which the targets hung. Pierced dead center through the cutout's chest was a Mossad issue knife.