AUTHORS NOTE: This is the first story I have ever written, so please let me know how you like it. Please read my bio. If you are wondering, the character "Steven" in this story is loosely based on me, although most aspects are fiction. In the story I am 28 years old, in real life I am not. DISCLAIMER: I do not claim copyright to Alpha and Omega or any trademarks featured in this story. I do claim copyright to my plot and original characters.
And now, for our feature presentation.Chapter 1
Crack! The distinctive sound of a .308 rifle rings out in Jasper Park, Canada. "Come on, One more," I say to myself. Crack! A red dot appears on the laptop that's mounted to the dash of my Gator utility vehicle. "Got it!" As I start the motor and start to drive away, I speak into my headset "Alright team. This is it! Check your screens; I'm en route."
Driving through the forest at high speeds with my blue and red lights flashing is one of my favorite parts of this job. My name is Steven, I work for the RCMP wildlife protection team. Me and my team, Dave, Diane, and Scott, have been searching for a group of illegal hunters these past few weeks and have finally found them.
As I get closer to the red dot, I shut off the engine, grab my rifle, and quietly start walking. Dave pulls up next to me and does the same. Crack! Another shot. We hit the ground. I look through my scope; I see something on the other side of the bushes. It's Scott and Diane. Then I hear through my headset "Two subjects armed twenty five meters to the north." I reply, "We are a go, repeat, we are a go." All four of us partially surround them and then we step out of the bushes. I shout, "WILDLIFE PROTECTIVE! DROP YOUR GUNS AND GET ON THE GROUND NOW!" They just stand there. One lifts his gun about an inch. I squeeze my trigger. Crack! He yells in pain and drops his gun. Perfect hit, right in the arm. Dave announces, "Get on the ground or the next one will be through your heart!" They slowly get on their stomachs. Scott and Diane walk up and arrest them. I feel like something is wrong. Hmm. I glance down and see something on the ground. I crouch down. Blood. I touch it, Fresh. "We have a problem," I tell my team, "they hit something. I'm going to check it out." I switch my rifle for my tranquilizer gun and start following the blood trail. As soon as I am hidden by trees I break out into a jog. When there is an animal's life at stake, I never waste a second.
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