Post by averant on Aug 12, 2009 15:09:34 GMT -5
The day was bright and clear, not a cloud in the sky. Just they way Jack liked it. The sun hung high in the sky, outlining anything in the sky quite clearly, allowing for perfect vision. It was time for some target practice.
Jack had entered through the ground level, wings tightly folded against his back, everything he needed hidden in a backpack. It never payed to fly to the roof of the building. There were always watchers somewhere. Whether it was a curious person, or a rooftop camera, there was always someone watching. After climbing over 10 flights of stairs, Jack finally emerged onto the roof. Opening the door carefully, he poked his head out, peering around to make sure nobody was up on the roof before him. He had hoped there wasn't. He wasn't in the mood to waste a bullet on someone who had been in the wrong place.
The coast was clear. Jack propped the door slightly open behind him, so that he could get back down if all went well. If not, then out the wings would come. He pulled his backpack around and pulled out a pre made tripwire, attached to two stun grenades. Since he wasn't on the job, he had no desire to attract attention with a dead body, and stun grenades did the job just fine of knocking out someone who would sneak up behind him.
Once he finished setting up the tripwire, Jack walked back to the edge of the roof, and reached into his backpack once again. This time he pulled out a collapsible chair, and unfolded it. He wasn't going to stand here for the whole time, waiting for a bird to pass by. Sitting down, he got comfortable, and reached into his pack for a third time. Now he pulled out the deadly weapon, his collapsed Ivory hunting rifle. Unfolding the stock from the main body of the weapon, he fastened that, then attached the barrel. Finally, he added a scope. Now he had a weapon worthy of someone of his caliber. Unbolting the catch, he slipped in an explosive round, just for kicks. After that, every round was a normal, precision round, with a small hole drilled in the middle for extra oomph.
Sitting back in his chair, he cradled his gun and watched the skies.
Jack had entered through the ground level, wings tightly folded against his back, everything he needed hidden in a backpack. It never payed to fly to the roof of the building. There were always watchers somewhere. Whether it was a curious person, or a rooftop camera, there was always someone watching. After climbing over 10 flights of stairs, Jack finally emerged onto the roof. Opening the door carefully, he poked his head out, peering around to make sure nobody was up on the roof before him. He had hoped there wasn't. He wasn't in the mood to waste a bullet on someone who had been in the wrong place.
The coast was clear. Jack propped the door slightly open behind him, so that he could get back down if all went well. If not, then out the wings would come. He pulled his backpack around and pulled out a pre made tripwire, attached to two stun grenades. Since he wasn't on the job, he had no desire to attract attention with a dead body, and stun grenades did the job just fine of knocking out someone who would sneak up behind him.
Once he finished setting up the tripwire, Jack walked back to the edge of the roof, and reached into his backpack once again. This time he pulled out a collapsible chair, and unfolded it. He wasn't going to stand here for the whole time, waiting for a bird to pass by. Sitting down, he got comfortable, and reached into his pack for a third time. Now he pulled out the deadly weapon, his collapsed Ivory hunting rifle. Unfolding the stock from the main body of the weapon, he fastened that, then attached the barrel. Finally, he added a scope. Now he had a weapon worthy of someone of his caliber. Unbolting the catch, he slipped in an explosive round, just for kicks. After that, every round was a normal, precision round, with a small hole drilled in the middle for extra oomph.
Sitting back in his chair, he cradled his gun and watched the skies.
