Duel on Zen
Chapter III
Sarah Kerrigan never took her attention off the building where William Hale sat. In the distance was machine gun fire, and it seemed Confederate reinforcements had stopped arriving. What was there in the city was all there would be. Sitting in a corner behind her was the ex- Confederate Marshall James Raynor. The man's conversations were useless most of the time, and he had shut up when Craig, who had been one of the best snipers working for Mengsk, had been hit. Now it was night, and Jim spoke again.
"First Sergeant William Hale," he said.
Kerrigan made no reply. She was far too occupied with the opposing building.
"He's the best damn sniper I've ever seen. I fought alongside him a couple times before being assigned to Marshall."
Kerrigan's right eyebrow raised. "What was he like?" she asked.
"Hale's the type of guy that's in it for the money," he replied, "and fame."
"Fame and fortune," Kerrigan said disgusted, "how typical."
Raynor chuckled. "It's how things work these days."
"Not everything. The Sons of Korhal are nothing like the Confederacy and people like Hale."
"I suppose you're right. Anyway, Hale's killed hundreds of people for the Confederacy. He's a better shot then every single Confederate Ghost-not to discourage you or anything."
Kerrigan smiled. "I enjoy the challenge."
***
"Kerrigan isn't moving," William said into his radio, "I'm going to attempt to relocate to a close building."
"Go for it," the Colonel replied.
William returned the radio to the pack, strapped it on, grabbed his rifle, and ran back down the stairs and into the darkened city streets. It was much cooler now that it was night. He moved stealthily across the street and hid behind another building.
William peered around the corner and saw three of Mengsk's men with gauss rifles blocking his path. He cursed at his misfortune. Either shoot them, or spend more time trying to go around. William decided to shoot them. He leaped right in front of them with a smile on his face and rifle ready. The enemy wasn't even in any armor.
He shot the center one, and followed with hitting the one on the left, both one-hit kills. The last remaining raised his rifle, but was too late. William shot him down.
***
"That was close," Raynor said clambering to his feet.
"Go check it out," Kerrigan ordered. "If I leave this post Hale will get away. Don't get shot.
Raynor grinned. "Me? Get shot? Glad you care so much."
***
William ran past the dead bodies and headed for the building. It resembled the one he had just left in every way. From that one he could take Kerrigan out from the side. All around him was darkness. The street lights had been shot out.
He rammed his body into the building's brick wall and listened. William heard nothing. So he ran inside and up the stairs quickly and quietly. Fortunately, nobody was there. It had taken him six minutes to reach this place from where he came from.
William removed his pack and pulled out the radio.
"Sir, I've arrived at my location and am about to kill Kerrigan."
"Good! I expect to be hearing from you soon then!"
The Colonel sounded pleased. William smiled.
"Yes, sir," he replied.
William aimed the rifle at the left side of Kerrigan's face. She had no idea of what was about to come. The smile returned to his face and he put this finger on the trigger.
"Hey, buddy," a voice said behind.
William's head rose slightly and his eyes widened a little. It was surprise, not fear.
"James Raynor," William said without turning.
Raynor grinned. "Glad you recognize me old friend. What brings you here?"
Raynor's rifle pointed at William's head.
"I've been ordered to take out Kerrigan."
"Then it looks like you failed."
"I think not, Jimmy. I have her targeted right now. Shoot me and I'll pull the trigger on instinct. She dies."
Raynor's grin went away.
"Get the hell outta here Jim. At least you'll survive."
Raynor didn't move, and nor did William. They were both trying to figure a way out of this.
(Don't worry, later chapters will be longer!)
Chapter III
Sarah Kerrigan never took her attention off the building where William Hale sat. In the distance was machine gun fire, and it seemed Confederate reinforcements had stopped arriving. What was there in the city was all there would be. Sitting in a corner behind her was the ex- Confederate Marshall James Raynor. The man's conversations were useless most of the time, and he had shut up when Craig, who had been one of the best snipers working for Mengsk, had been hit. Now it was night, and Jim spoke again.
"First Sergeant William Hale," he said.
Kerrigan made no reply. She was far too occupied with the opposing building.
"He's the best damn sniper I've ever seen. I fought alongside him a couple times before being assigned to Marshall."
Kerrigan's right eyebrow raised. "What was he like?" she asked.
"Hale's the type of guy that's in it for the money," he replied, "and fame."
"Fame and fortune," Kerrigan said disgusted, "how typical."
Raynor chuckled. "It's how things work these days."
"Not everything. The Sons of Korhal are nothing like the Confederacy and people like Hale."
"I suppose you're right. Anyway, Hale's killed hundreds of people for the Confederacy. He's a better shot then every single Confederate Ghost-not to discourage you or anything."
Kerrigan smiled. "I enjoy the challenge."
***
"Kerrigan isn't moving," William said into his radio, "I'm going to attempt to relocate to a close building."
"Go for it," the Colonel replied.
William returned the radio to the pack, strapped it on, grabbed his rifle, and ran back down the stairs and into the darkened city streets. It was much cooler now that it was night. He moved stealthily across the street and hid behind another building.
William peered around the corner and saw three of Mengsk's men with gauss rifles blocking his path. He cursed at his misfortune. Either shoot them, or spend more time trying to go around. William decided to shoot them. He leaped right in front of them with a smile on his face and rifle ready. The enemy wasn't even in any armor.
He shot the center one, and followed with hitting the one on the left, both one-hit kills. The last remaining raised his rifle, but was too late. William shot him down.
***
"That was close," Raynor said clambering to his feet.
"Go check it out," Kerrigan ordered. "If I leave this post Hale will get away. Don't get shot.
Raynor grinned. "Me? Get shot? Glad you care so much."
***
William ran past the dead bodies and headed for the building. It resembled the one he had just left in every way. From that one he could take Kerrigan out from the side. All around him was darkness. The street lights had been shot out.
He rammed his body into the building's brick wall and listened. William heard nothing. So he ran inside and up the stairs quickly and quietly. Fortunately, nobody was there. It had taken him six minutes to reach this place from where he came from.
William removed his pack and pulled out the radio.
"Sir, I've arrived at my location and am about to kill Kerrigan."
"Good! I expect to be hearing from you soon then!"
The Colonel sounded pleased. William smiled.
"Yes, sir," he replied.
William aimed the rifle at the left side of Kerrigan's face. She had no idea of what was about to come. The smile returned to his face and he put this finger on the trigger.
"Hey, buddy," a voice said behind.
William's head rose slightly and his eyes widened a little. It was surprise, not fear.
"James Raynor," William said without turning.
Raynor grinned. "Glad you recognize me old friend. What brings you here?"
Raynor's rifle pointed at William's head.
"I've been ordered to take out Kerrigan."
"Then it looks like you failed."
"I think not, Jimmy. I have her targeted right now. Shoot me and I'll pull the trigger on instinct. She dies."
Raynor's grin went away.
"Get the hell outta here Jim. At least you'll survive."
Raynor didn't move, and nor did William. They were both trying to figure a way out of this.
(Don't worry, later chapters will be longer!)
