Chapter 3: Infiltration Mission
Despite the gruesome nature of the "incident," I had to admit that I had been strong enough to withstand the recoil from firing the gun.
It was an accomplishment, regardless.
I sat there in the shade of the tree after my morning exercises, staring up at the clouds.
The sky sure looked beautiful that day.
I gripped my gun and spun it around.
"Ah! Target practice time."
Finally. Now that I'd learned how to fire a gun without flying back five feet, I would need to do some target practicing. After all, there's no use to have a gun if you can't aim.
Target on the red, shoot, drop, roll, duck and shoot again.
I used strange markings on the land to determine my targets. For example, today's target was the hole in that tree over there.
Target on the red, shoot, drop, roll, duck and shoot again.
Missed. Or, it hit the tree, but it didn't go into the hole. I tried again.
Target, shoot.
Score. The bullet flew straight threw the hole in the middle of the tree.
Again, again.
Scored for the second time.
I shot at the tree a couple more times during the day, and I hit the mark every single time from then on. I'd have to get a moving target soon.
Darn it. I'd forgotten about something though. Something important.
"How the hell am I going to stock bullets!!! I've only got a couple left."
Damn. Damn. Damn. It looks like I was going to have to pay a visit to raid the police station sometime soon. Needed to grab some bullets.
Tonight was as good as any. I was prepared. I was ready. Then it's decided, I would go tonight.
Karl's POV
I hated when people called me during work.
"What is it now?"
"Did you hear the news in Rojarna?" the guy asked.
"Yeah, I heard. Grocer shot to death in Rojarna."
"It's quite unusual. Apparently, the wife of the grocer saw a kid doing it too," the guy said.
"Yeah, very unusual. Kid, eh? It's usually a peaceful town, I know."
"Kid's name's Train," the guy on the other end said.
"Train eh? That's interesting. I might pay a visit to Rojarna, it's on the way to my next destination anyways."
"Oh, that's good to hear, we might have to clean up some garbage. I'll come with you," the guy said.
"Yeah, fine, suit yourself. See you later, Baldor."
"Yes, have a nice day," Baldor said.
Train eh? What a strong name.
Train's POV
Raiding the police station didn't look so hard, I scoped the building. Only a couple of security cameras, nothing I couldn't handle.
And if I could kill a grocer without being caught, odds are that I could raid the police station and get away. Hopefully.
Better get started.
I sprinted from my position for the walls of the building. I crawled into a nearby vent and sighed in relief.
That was way too easy.
I started crawling down the vent and surveyed the building.
Combat training room. Office. Ah. Weapon storage room.
I jumped from the vent, into the room, surveying the equipment.
Tasers, guns, ah...bullets. Perfect, until I heard the voice.
"Jack, I'm just going to check inventory, I'll be out in a second," a man said.
SHOOT! Where should I hide? Where should I hide?
The door swung open. Damn.
"Hey kid! What're you doing in here?" the man questioned.
He looked at my right hand, holding the bullets and my left hand, holding the gun.
"What are you doing with those?" the man asked.
By instinct, I pointed the gun at him.
"Freeze."
The man froze.
"Kid, put the gun down," the man persuaded.
I didn't want to. It would have left me defenseless.
"What are you doing Ben?" the man named Jack asked from further down the hallway.
"PUSH THE ALERT BUTTON JACK! It's the ki...!" Ben yelled.
Unfortunately, he didn't get to finish his sentence when the alarm sounded and I fired in defense.
Jack came rushing in.
"Ben? Ben!!!" Jack said.
He looked at me for a split second before I pulled the trigger. I froze, as his body fell, adding to the list of people I killed. And you know what was strange?
I didn't care anymore. I could murder the whole police force in this town and I wouldn't feel a thing. I wouldn't care the slightest bit.
Unfortunately, that was most likely what I was going to have to do. I noticed that I hadn't planned an escape route. I was too short to jump into the vents again. The alarm kept ringing.
I could hear footsteps coming down the hall. They would reach me within seconds. And I did something both stupid, reckless and bold.
I ran towards the sound.
"Freeze, kid," one said as I turned the corner.
"Don't want to," was my simple answer.
I opened fire on them. They weren't even prepared, they didn't have a chance.
For one, half of them didn't even have guns. A quarter of them were just standing there, waiting to be slaughtered. And the funniest thing was that, there were only about twenty of them there, and that was exaggerating.
Of course, small town, you couldn't expect much of a police force.
The bodies piled up when I finished firing. I stood there, feeling completely cool and collected. I ran back to stock some more bullets from the storage room and then bolted for the exit.
I was just turning the corner when...
BOOM!
I was thrown back five feet at least. When the mist cleared, I saw two large shadows, one in the distance, and one right next to me.
"What the?"
A large round ball flew right by my face as I dodged it.
"Kid, you've made quite a mess here," a voice said.