Going back... Off to a good start

Gunner looked at his target through the view scope of his new super silent sniper rifle. He bought it for himself as a coming back gift. He saw three people standing and smoking cigarettes as the talked to each other. He was desperate to pull the trigger and his index finger was struggling to press the well polished black metal trigger.

He refrained and took out his mobile and read the text message again. The last line of the message screamed in capitals "ONLY SHOOT THE MAN WITH THE HAT ON."

Gunner deleted the message and pulled the trigger.



Thrice.

He then took out a small notebook and a pen.

"So i killed one on the tracks, and then a kid and his nanny and his parents and dog to get on this roof and these three morons.
So that equals too..."

Gunner drew four lines and drew another line which intersected the other four diagonally.

"Five and..."

He again drew four lines

"Four more. And I'm not hearing any more voices soo..."

He again drew the diagonal line.

"Ha Ha. Ten down and a million more to go...
Not a bad start after all..."

Boom Baby...

My vision turned to grey like a stupid dog or you people might say black and white. I couldn’t hear what they were saying but they were pointing their guns at me. I also felt a gun in my dead hand but before I could make my veins to roll the blood, they kicked it to a side. More of them came out of their identical cars with lights on the top. I think the lights were red and blue but at that moment they seemed like grey and dark grey.

I could feel myself smile as they handcuffed my hands. Dickheads didn’t even know that I was half dead and couldn’t move. They ripped open my favorite shirt to check the size of the holes in my chest, at that moment I wanted get up and grab their necks with my bare hands and squeeze them so hard that their eyes would pop out of their sockets and I could spit out the mixture of broken teeth blood and saliva that I had in my mouth after going air born.

In the mean time I looked around to see the gardening that I had done and I was satisfied. There were enough sticks and stones to break everyone’s bones and that was the time that I saw stupid monkey people with stethoscopes gathered around my lovely neighbor Ms. High. She had the best YOU KNOW WHAT (weed) I had ever seen. It was a pity to see her dead in her sweet marijuana top and Jens drenched in blood flowing from her high head.

Ha Ha... I make joke (stupid)… get it, Ms. High’s high head…

So with a little more laughter I regained my senses. ‘Time?’ I asked the stupid nerd, freshly gotten a degree, paramedic kid. He cleared the sweat off his forehead and said in a trembling voice ‘Five twenty nine, now stay still.’ I smiled again and this time I was showing my perfectly brushed teeth which I later noticed to be missing or painted red. ‘How old are you son?’ I asked with a cracking voice. ‘Twenty four. Now shut the fuck up.’ Kids these days, they don’t respect people properly under pressure. ‘Well then, you are not underage after all.’

‘Underage for what?’ is shouted with an effort.

And then I said my final words…
‘BOOM BABY’

And then there was white light, flying car parts, Ms. High’s limbs, stethoscopes and nerdy glasses…

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Back with a boom baby.... so what did i miss???