Sit and Watch

Exchange of fires, he held the woodland camo sniper rifle steady, the base balanced on the shoulder to take the recoil impact after each fire, one… two… three… eventually he lost count, his eye was glued on the scope, finger on the trigger letting the muzzle send its ear blasting message to any moving thing in black, eventually like the number of shots he lost the number of lives he took, the headcount was over the bar but the smoke from the muzzle signified the coffins needed. Having let his guard down like in previous experiences where he lost the island, then he lost his cargo, and now his golden goose was slipping from his fingers. But how was it possible, Brian did learn from his experience liking amping the security where things were not in his favor, so was he the one wrong or were his opponents just too good. Turns out news of stollen shipment of a cartel travels faster than the death of a king, after Ben managed to steal the shipment Brian became tensed and overwhelmed by th