This is a short drabble I'm writing to get back into the muse mode for Breaking Point . . . I'm considering Ed's punishment and such . . . it's depressing, and now this muse about our favorite bald sniper kind of super-ceded the old one. So I'm hoping once I write this evil ONE SHOT (as in one chapter forever and ever), I'll be back into the Breaking Point muse . . . hopefully. So, here goes nothing.
Disclaimer: By this time, people should know that I'm just a rabid fan who owns nothing . . . and only asks for reviews, not money, in return for his/her services.
One shot, that's all it took.
One shot, one kill. It was the unofficial creed of the sniper, driven into his brain since the days at the police academy.
He had passed all marksmanship classes, every single one of them.
So how could this have happened? How could an innocent mother be lying on the ground in her own puddle of blood?
The situation was under control, the winds were nearly dead calm, Ed could have shot that man that was holding her hostage. Cold zero, he had the solution, it was a pretty damn clear shot too.
When Boss had given the order to shoot, Ed had pulled the trigger, enjoying the slight thrill in his nerves as the rifle shot echoed in his ears. Then suddenly, that thrill turned to dread as he heard his team mates scream in his ears.
"Hostage down! Hostage down!" Wordy had shouted as he rushed towards the fallen woman, knowing that a bullet to the head was almost always fatal. The subject, was also on the ground, his eyes glazing over as he had taken his last breath.
"Eddie!" Greg had shouted, "Talk to me."
"I dunno what happened Boss. She wasn't in my line of fire, I swear," Ed had repeated over and over again in shock.
"Looks like the subject pulled the hostage in front of him at the last minute Sarge," Jules's voice, almost devoid of emotion, had cut in, "Ed, there was no way we would have known."
Unfortunately the SIU didn't think that, Ed was on suspension, criminal charges filed by the family and the city were pending. The hero became the pariah.
He sat in his locker room, thinking over that academy saying, "One shot, one kill."
One shot, one death of an innocent mother who wanted nothing more than to go shopping for her family, not even aware of the subject, or the incompetent SRU sniper who didn't see the man pull the mother in front of him. What if that had been his wife?
He reached in his locker for his service weapon, not yet confiscated by the SIU, and placed the barrel inside his mouth and closed his eyes.
One shot. One kill.
SHIELDS AT FULL POWER!!! -hides-
I dunno what came over me . . . I don't know, ack :( sorry!!!! I warned you though, right? RIGHT?! 370 word drabble, -applauds- the less words, the better . . .