Waiting
The forest was as quiet as the Arctic, not a sound was present nor animal in sight. Beads of sweat dripped off of my face and fell aimlessly to the ground while I was trying to stay as quiet as the wind itself. It was cold but I did not care to feel the constant throbbing of pain because I had a job to do which was to eliminate my assigned target. Every once in a while, I scanned my surroundings to make sure that I was completely alone or to relieve my aching joints from staying in one position for hours on end. Nightfall would consume the forest in a matter of seconds so I turned on my night vision scope and got comfy for the night. Still waiting. Still ready for anything.
Hours passed without sign of the target and the sun had just bloomed over the tree line to the east. The forest was too thick for any significant light to reach the forest floor so i had to work with the light that was fortunate to eliminate the dark, wet area around me. Not moments later, the sound of a truck on a dirt road slowly got louder and louder as it echoed through the forest like an everlasting thunder. A half-smile appeared on my face because I knew that the moment I get a good line of sight on the vehicle, it would be already over for any and all passengers inside. The sound grew louder as my heart began to race but I somehow stayed calm and steady. Thoughts of possable failures entered my head without warning but due to extensive training, i quickly exiled them to focus on the task on hand. I raised my bolt-action sniper rifle, rested it in a notch that i had carved out of the tree the night before and gazed through the scope to sight it in on the road.
Seconds felt like hours as I waited to spot the damned truck. I started to regulate my breathing to ensure that i could keep the sights on target when i saw it. The truck appeared through the trees such as a ghost from fog. It was coming straight for me and I could see my target driving so unaware of his certain death. I took aim at the targets head and squeezed the trigger ever so slightly until the gun fired. The shock wave alone blasted through my body and the trees until it reached the open air where it could be heard for miles. The car windshield shattered with the sheer force of the projectile and the bullet impacted the target. The car then turned unexpectedly to only catch an edge and tumble down the road. Pieces of the car flew in all directions, tearing up everything in its path. The car made two flips, landed on its roof and then finally came to a rest when it struck a tree. Once I saw the utter destruction that was caused in less then a few seconds, I knew that the job was done and time to go home.
