File 7: Guardian
Unknown time
Over the Atlantic Ocean - UBCS Training Area
Owen Grayson…
"Alright, now hand over the control over to the co-pilot and show me what you can do." The instructor shouted over the sound of the helicopter.
I gestured for my co-pilot to get ready for the swap and handed him the controls. Now, he wasn't a bad pilot… but he couldn't compensate for the wind at all causing the wonderful UH-60 to swerve for just a little moment as he struggled to keep it under control. When he did, I gained the courage to reach over to the sniper rifle I was going to practise with.
The instructor surveyed the targets as I loaded the rifle. "The targets are 100m and 200m away." He put away his binoculars and stood aside, giving me clear view of two ships with targets on them. I began to question the sanity of Umbrella when I made out people moving in front of the target. Still, I couldn't question orders and besides, I was trained for this.
I pulled trigger gently letting the steady breathing take control of my movements… or lack of it. The first shot rang out and I saw through the scope that I hit it square in the chest.
"Good job. Now the next one," he tested the wind, "it's picking up so the boat's going to rock a lot more so be patient. We have lots of fuel left."
I lined up my second shot as I reminded myself that I wanted to pass or more accurately, I wanted to leave the UBCS. They've been great to me but I can't see myself wasting my life shooting other peoples mistake with a load of risk on my life.
"Nice job, Grayson. Another round straight in the chest," I didn't even realise I fired. "If you weren't so adamant on leaving us, you could have led a team of your own." He said.
"Yeah! You could have been a second Mr Death or something!"
"Keep your eyes on the altitude… and besides, I've only been on one mission since I joined." I told the pilot.
Everybody went back to their seats and I took control of the helicopter as our radio started crackling.
The instructor shook his head while my co-pilot and I groaned. We knew another outbreak had happened and we'll be dispatch… we were always first to go in and last to go out.
Screw Mr Death.
