Hehehehehehehe...ahem...I bet you all hate me...to the bottom's of your heart...I wouldn't blame you... I'm really sorry for not updating in like over three months...I feel horrible... and I seriously hope to finish this! It's one of my goals! I mean this story as been up for over a year now soo...I feel that I should finish it! anyways I have left all the reasons for not updating in the review section so if you care to read them go ahead!

Anyways this chapter is extremely short because I just feel really guilty about not posting so I plan to get this story finished soon anyways please read and enjoy! and if you want to yell and flame me about not updating go ahead I deserve it!

Chapter Seventeen

Chris took a deep breath and stared at herself long at hard in the race tracks restroom mirrors. Was she really that weak now?

"Staring at yourself isn't going to help you know?" A small voice cracked through her ear piece.

She pressed on it, "You don't say?"

"Yes I do I just did! I've never understood the saying 'you don't say'." The voice ranted.

"Shaw you think too much sometimes." She sighed as she walked out.

It had been three days since she left the her life and it felt like an eternity. During these three days she had recalled so many forgotten skills that she felt more tired then she had in ages.

"You have the sign to go ahead and get into position." Shaw told her.

She walked down the crowded halls of the race track. Cameras and betters were everywhere. As she continued down the hall the crowd slowly dissipated.

Casually she picked up a duffel bag and continued down to a latter. She swung the duffel over her shoulder and gripped the latter and for that moment time stopped as Charlie's words echoed through her head, "You know it's going to either be him or us..."

She took a deep breath and shook herself of everything, "Or..."

Once up at the top she opened the duffel and proceeded to take out a black case and assemble a PSG-1 sniper. The metal moved through her hands swiftly until the bullets were finally placed in.

Crouching low she took her position, "Target sighted."

This pacifist was young looking with a kind face. His smile was evident even when he was trying to be serious.

She paused and stared at his face, "Shaw who is that?"

"Just says here that's a big political official for Africa." Shaw cracked through the ear piece, "Why?"

"He just looks familiar that's all." She told him, "Defiantly not the picture I saw."

"That's because it's not." Dominia broke in.

"What do you mean it's not?" Chris asked coldly.

A shrill chuckle filled the ear piece, "Don't you recognize the old scientist son?"

A sudden realization hit Chris, "Damn you...I will not kill the first friend I made out of that prison."

"You won't then I guess I'll just kill the little brat." Dominia told her coldly.

She sighed and took he target again, "Target sited."

Raiden moved through the crowd easily. It wasn't hard to see Chris from where he was standing, but you would have to know that she was there.

"Come on," He looked down at his watch. They said they were going to take the shot at 1:30. It was 1:15 and he was getting ahead of himself.

He continually told himself the plan over and over again. 'How hard can it be you run up and push someone.' He told himself.

Then he saw him. The man that made Chris's life a living hell. He looked like prime evil. His hair slicked back and a sinister smile planted on his face. He was heading toward the ambassador's seat. Raiden made a small promise to seek and destroy this man.

He looked down at his watch again, 1:25. My how time fly when we're having fun, eh?

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