This is a story that I had to write because it's been in my head for a few months now. It might not be good at first but it'll get better later.
Chapter One: The Meeting
"Aw piss!" he growled.
His fist pounding on the radio, now broken and buzzing out as his music played. It was only thing keeping him awake on his long drive. Through the 'Sniper' had to admit it, it was good to be home, away from the team and fort. Those bloody bastards were getting weird on him.
The smells of the outback were filling him as he rolled the windows down, the silence of the wild mixed with the couple howls and chirps of animals, he missed the random kangaroos that would come by, the soft songs of the birds. It was beautiful, especially as the sun rose up from dawn to noon. The radio was still pissing him off though.
Soon the sound of city life started to fill his ears instead, life in the city of Adelaide was easy and sweet, but it wasn't his true home. Which live on the outskirts of the city, in a small little farm house, his father was a farmer and raised all sort of creatures, while his mother was a good ol' homey gal. Fuckin' radio!
"Bleedin' wanker" Sniper yelled.
Slamming his fist again into the radio and turning it off completely now, only to hear his music coming out clearing, faded at first but getting louder. "What da hell?!" Sniper was just pulling over the hill when he saw the music's source. There was his home but there was also something else. There was a girl, a bloody beautiful woman in his parents yard, away from the house as she blare her music.
"She was a fast machine, she kept her motor clean, she was the best damn woman that I ever seen! She had the sightless eyes, telling me no lies, knockin' me out with those American thighs."
That was for sure; she stopped his Winnebago and pulled his glasses off a bit. She was tall, with long legs in knee high combat boots, short black jean shorts and plain red tank top. Washing a beauty of a car, must have been a 1980s corvette, flaming red. She was a blonde too, and Sniper wasn't fond of blondes, always reminded him of those ditz back in America.
"Cause the walls start shaking. The earth was quaking. My mind was aching. And we were making it and you - Shook Me All Night Long!"
He sat and watched her as she danced her hips and sang to the music. Her hair, that was too her ass, still washing her car of course. He noticed how she had piercings along her ear, and even glimpsing at a tattoo tramp stamp. He chuckled, it was cute, but he wondered how old she was. She was in her mid 20s at least. She looked healthy, nothing too old with a good set of tits and hips. He'd admit it, he was a guy.
"HEY!"
Knocked out of fantasy land, Sniper saw that she had not only stopped the music, but was standing, arms crossed, outside the window of his car and giving him such a death glare.
"What are you lookin' at ya wanker!" she shouted, her eyes said she was pissed.
And instead of saying somethin' dashing, or 'cool', Sniper panic.
"Ah piss . . ."