Nesia Side Story 01 - Mark...Set....Go

(I'm sorry I haven't been able to post lately.  I am trying.  Apparently not hard enough since I don't even have an official post to give.  I think I'll try blaming writer's block.  If I'm lucky, then maybe someone will believe it.  ^_^  Anyway, this post is just a very short look at someone Nesia knows.  Any posts like this are going to be short snap shots of a side character's day.  If you want to recommend someone then I will try.  I hope to post more and I will do my best.  Enjoy this in the mean time.)

Side View 01 – Mark…Set…Go!

“Don’t get sleepy on me now, Dynamite,” Mark said softly as she ran her hand down the barrel of her high-powered sniper rifle.  “I’ll need you to go off at a moment’s notice”

The gun had earned its name for several reasons: the recoil that could break bones if not handled correctly, the force that could propel a bullet much farther than her other rifles, and the noise of thunder as the trigger was pulled.  It was for that last reason that she had set herself up on a clock tower.

The clock ticked behind her, a signal to Mark that she had five minutes until she needed to pull the trigger.  Her target would walk past her field of view at one o’clock giving her only one shot.  It was exhilarating and nerve wracking no matter how many times she did her job.

Mark took a few deep breaths until her breathing slowed down to match the pulse of Dynamite.  She was a professional who could stay calm and rational under all circumstances.  She occupied her mind by watching the world through her scope. The sniper calculated how much higher she would have to aim to compensate for gravity.  A flagpole was almost in the middle of her field of view and, as annoying as it was to have it in the way, it made it easier to adjust her aim.

“Red alert, Dyna,” Mark whispered as she zoomed in the west end of the plaza.  “He’s early.”

Her target had walked past this plaza everyday at one o’clock for the past week.  Of course, today of all days, the target just had to be early.  With how loud Dynamite was she only had one chance and her target might be out of view when the clock struck.

“This will be fun,” Mark laughed.  “I can tell you’re excited, too.”

The target walked across the plaza, pausing to talk to someone.  It would have been an easy shot if the target not stopped right behind the flagpole.  Mark grinned as her finger rubbed the trigger.  Her specialty was the impossible shots.

The bell tower shook with the hour and Mark squeezed the trigger.  Her body moved with the recoil while her mind hurtled along with the bullet.  Through sheer will she skimmed around the flagpole as she moved against the laws of physics to home in on her hiding target.

A perfectly impossible shot with a hint of irony as the bullet went in one ear and out the other.  Close enough anyway.  Mark shook her head clear as she rubbed her shoulder.  With a smile the assassin pulled a lollipop out of her bag and patted Dynamite.

“I wonder what the Sharizi will say about that shot?”