Kikyo crept through the early morning mist toward the farm house. Now that she knew the landscape, she went straight toward the crag of rock she had picked out on her scouting run.
She went prone on the rock and crawled up to the edge. Kikyo made sure she had a clear view of the house. She fit the barrel of the Garand between two pieces of rock and let it rest. She had a couple hours til show time. She got up and sat down in a more comfortable position.
As the sun rose, there was movement in the kitchen. Kikyo brought the scope to her eye. She confirmed it was the right guy and set the scope down. 'As soon as he's done eating...'
She reached in her pocket and pulled out a pack of smokes. She took one in her mouth and lit it as she laid back down on the rock and brought the rifle to her shoulder.
She reconfirmed the range to the house. '300m. Last time I used it it was at 200.. 50 meters a click.. so two clicks back.' Kikyo reached up and adjusted the rear sight. 'Leaves moving now and then, I can feel some wind on my face.. 4, 5 mile per hour wind right, that's... a click right..' Kikyo adjusted the windage with her thumb.
She took a drag, slowing her heart and breath, and readjusted her legs into a good position. She looked over the rifle toward the front of the house.
The man walked out. Kikyo lowered her cheek to the rifle's stock. He stopped and stretched his legs. Kikyo lined up the sights above the man's bent back. Hestraightened up and stretched his arms behind his head, puffing his chest out.
Kikyo took a normal breath and only let part of it out. She held her breath for the few seconds it took to center the sights on his chest. Her finger was slowly closing on the trigger before she even had him in her sight.
The silence of the morning was shattered by the deep BLAM of the Garand. 'Good.' Kikyo called her shot as soon as she fired. Three hundred meters away, some poor bastard was about to suck on a thirty odd.
Kikyo smiled in satisfaction when she saw her target on the ground. Just to make sure, she took another look through the scope to confirm it was a fatal shot. It was.
Kikyo placed the rifle back in a canvas cover, tied it up, and headed home, making sure to picked up her brass on the way.
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InuYasha had taken a break from shoveling. Two of the guys next to him were discussing something. "That's why I don't like public schools. I home school my kids." One of 'em said. "Yeah, but what about the social aspect of it? I think kids have a lot more fun hanging out with the other kids." The other replied. "Nah, it's funner hangin' at home with Mom and Dad." "Funner? You home school your kids and you fucking invent a word? Your kids are gonna be fucking ditch diggers like us!" "FUCK YOU" The first one responded, coupling it with a blow.
InuYasha sighed and decided to go home.
InuYasha had crossed the bridge and was making his way to the bus station when a familar voice rang out behind him. "Hey! Kid! In... Inu.. fuck it! You know I mean you!" InuYasha turned his attention to the big guy running toward him. "Howdy, Jack." "Interested in making a little money?" "Always." "Can ya hang around for a couple hours?"
InuYasha considered this carefully. 'On one hand, that's less time with Kikyo. On the other hand, money.' "Sure, I can stick around." "Alright, show up the Ann at 10."
And so InuYasha found himself on the boat for the second time. Jack met him on the weather deck. He handed InuYasha a map of the docks. One of the piers was highlighted. "See this ship? There's only one gangway. We need you to make sure no one gets on or off. Once you're in place, signal by whistling. We'll let ya know when it's all clear." "Aye aye."
The ship in question was on another one of the small islands accessible only by a small bridge. InuYasha parked himself in front of the gang plank with his shovel. When no one told him to move, he whistled.
For fifteen minutes he stood in front of the boat with nothing to do but smoke. Then someone began to wander drunkenly toward the boat. He stopped in front of InuYasha, who could see the man was smashed out of his mind.
"Hey, buddy, let me on." "No can do. Captain's orders." "But c'mon, where are we supposed to go?" He asked, too trashed to realize the silver haired youth was someone he had never seen before. "Ya still ain't gettin' on." "Hey, fuck you buddy! I can get on if I want!" "I said fuck off!" InuYasha growled.
Apparently the youth with the shovel and chilly yellow eyes had convinced him. "I'll be back!" the drunk swore and stumbled off.
After five more minutes of boredom, InuYasha heard sounds of a scuffle on the ship. The light in the bridge flicked on, and InuYasha saw a man pointing a gun at Jack and two other people InuYasha didn't recognize.
"Got ya! Ya damn pirates! Raiding people in dock! Have you no honor?" His reward in mortal jeopardy, InuYasha began to creep up the gang plank behind the gunman.
InuYasha brought his shovel down on the guy's head and he went out like a light.
Jack looked at him in surprise. "I'll be damned! Nice work, kid!" he turned to one of the other guys. "See, I told ya he was trustworthy as the guard dog." "Yeah yeah." "Kid, the Ann owes ya one."
Five minutes later, InuYasha was crossing the bridge back to the bus station, very much richer. The bridge was small, wooden, and had room for only one person. InuYasha noticed someone coming toward him.
It was Spillblood again. InuYasha shifted his hand on the shovel. He knew Spillblood recognized him. "What did I tell you about walking alone at night, boy?" He demanded. "Fuck you, Spillblood." "I'll kill you!" He threatened.
Spillblood reached in his coat. InuYasha didn't have to draw his shovel. Spillblood had picked the wrong man. InuYasha noticed some blood on the shovel.InuYasha kicked the limp form into the sea and barked a single laugh into the night. "HA!" and dipped his shovel in the water to clean it off.