Author's Notes: Hey! Welcome to my oneshot collection of B, B, and BB stories. xD In case you didn't notice, all of the titles are names of Angel episodes. Please read and review, and if you have any suggestions for an Angel episode that you want done, I'll be glad to hear 'em. :D
Note for this particular story: If anyone figures out where the names of the kid and his father are from (and it's not from Angel xD) you get a sneak peek at the next installment. Whoot. :D
FIVE BY FIVE
"Booth, do you copy?" Booth almost jumped as his two-way crackled.
"Five by five," he answered.
"We're taking you off comm."
"Copy that." Booth shut his two-way off and lay still.
He was in the perfect position—crouched on a small hill, concealed by bushes. He could see everything going on in the field from where he was positioned. It was a birthday party. Sixteen little boys ran around the field, playing with the clowns and popping balloons. Booth knew which one was the son. The littlest of all of them, Alexis Drazen. Booth could tell that these children were not his friends, but people his father had invited over so his son could have a happy birthday party. The poor kid probably had no friends at school.
Booth also knew which one was the father. The Serb general, Victor Drazen. He was surrounded by a group of other adults, laughing and drinking. Booth felt hatred well up inside him. This man had killed so many people. Massacred them. And now he could relax and enjoy himself at his son's fifth birthday party. I'd rethink that, Victor, Booth thought.
A shot of opportunity. Victor stepped aside from the group of other adults to retrieve his cigar lighter from the table. Taking a deep breath, Seeley Booth positioned the scope of the sniper so that the target rested exactly where Victor was—and pulled the trigger. In the millisecond between when Booth pulled the trigger and when a red spot appeared on Victor's shirt, Booth could only think of the five-year-old boy, Alexis Drazen. He didn't know. He never would know. His father was dead.
It was safe to say that the people at the party were surprised—but only to a certain degree. As Booth would say years later, "They didn't know where it came from. But they knew why it came." Victor's wife, Martina, rushed to his side, pressing her hands on his chest in a vain attempt to stop the flow of blood. Turning away from the scene of chaos and fear that he had just created, Booth doubled over and vomited in the bushes.
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