Enemy united Part 2 The Sniper

A man sat on a ledge within one thousand meters of a warehouse he watched as three men entered the distant sounds of gun fire signifying that hostiles were inside the warehouse, the sniper looked through the scope of his rifle prepared to pull the trigger at the right moment, thirty minutes later a man begins to bolt out of the back entrance of the warehouse the sniper aims at the man and squeezes the trigger then a sound like a spit was heard, the sniper knew no one would hear him for the suppressor would conceal him, as he watched the man fall he remembered back to a month ago when he had been shot in the leg by another sniper.

He clutched his leg in agonizing pain all he could do to stop himself from screaming was bite on his bag he began to dress his wound using his medical kit he thought to himself that he would not leave alive for he had lost a lot of blood and was starting to feel dizzy, he got his rifle an “A43 stealth” rifle the latest technology allowing him to make almost impossible shots, though he didn’t need the gun for any shot he did, the employer had paid for it so he only used as not to be rude, this was to be his last job for his current employer though knowing it was begging to look like his last job ever. He looked though his scoop and aimed in the direction of the shoots, he saw a man well hidden but not good enough he pulled the trigger and saw the man drop down to the ground dying of a shoot to the chest his suppressor stoping anyone from hearing him, he crawled thirty meters before a car swang down the street towards him he hid along the road looking like another dead body, the car had stoped and picked the bodies up, the care began to move forwards. The sniper overheard talk of hauling the bodies to a graveyard he knew that this would take him near his extraction point.

The sniper saw the three men leave the building, he scoped out the area for any hostiles for he had been paid to make sure these men made it home, an hour later the man were long gone but he still had a mission complete, he repelled down the ledge prepared a new gun from his kit a “au74” one of Australia’s most manufactured guns used by almost every military and mercenary’s. The assassin had made in the warehouse without any commotion everyone had been killed by Australian soldiers already he saw a computer with files open he began to read through the one on top, it talked of arms sales to the winds of freedom from the flams of justice, it seemed in return for the weapons they would both hit major civilian sites four of which had already been hit, the sniper opened his sterile e-mail account and forwarded the files to anyone he thought could help, his job was almost done, he just had one more thing to do.

The sniper had hijacked a ute from outside of the warehouse as he poured gasoline everywhere he could just before leaving he lit a match took out a cigarette and had a quick smoke before dropping it on the ground lighting the fire that now blazed behind him, he heard sirens from fire trucks and police cars, his job was done he had left his home for this because he need the money, he came from a poor family this was a chance finally to make his mother and father live in comfort t’ill they finally passed on. He drew near the boarder he got his ID ready and pulled in to the only open boarder passage at one in the morning, ‘who are you’ called out a strong voice clearly belonging to who ever was in charge ‘I am Harold miller’ called the assassin ‘ please give me your identification’ said the man as he poked his head in the utes window Harold gave him his ID ‘ do you smell gasoline’ said the border guard as he checked the ID over for the fifth time, he handed the ID back and waved him on into Uzbekistan.

A man of 30 years stood in a building waiting for someone, suddenly three men entered as the last man had steeped though the door closed ‘ welcome gentlemen how are we this fine evening’ said the man with a heavy Russian accent, the other men all sat on some chairs that had been placed down by some assistants, ‘we are good Mr Boris and how are you’ said the most respectable man of the group as he fidgeted with his shirt anxiously almost fearfully. ‘I am not so good Mr president for my associates tell me you have been making deals with others without my knowledge or blessing’ called Mr Boris agitated, he suddenly pulled a pistol out from his shirt aiming it at the presidents brother and sectary of defence suddenly bang he had pulled the trigger. The president had rushed to his brothers side trying to stop his bleeding, ‘next time I will shot you, yelled Boris ‘is this the thanks I get for killing your enemies those that did not agree with your rule’ ‘yes it is Mr Boris because that bomb you set off brought the Americans and Australians into my country’ the president puling out a radio from under his shirt ‘joseph take the shot’ the president called into the radio.

The sniper joseph sat on his perch aiming at the Russian man he had got the signal to take the shot he began to squeeze the trigger then suddenly UN peace keepers rushed into the building killing anyone with a gun, joseph packed up his rifle and fled from the scene. Joseph had woken up in a crappy motel somewhere in Uzbekistan still tired from everything he had done in the last week, the warehouse was on the news everywhere mainly because all the evidence had been destroyed right after Australian diggers had stormed the place, joseph smiled to himself remembering the rush he got when he aimed at his target and then pulled the trigger he went to the closet got his equipment out. Joseph had checked out of the motel and began driving towards his next target, when suddenly a truck swerved out of nowhere hitting his car toppling it off into a ditch, there had been no movement from the car for awhile the chances of survival where slim so the truck driver left after leaving his calling card a note with the initials A.B.

Two men stood out the front of the cell of Mohammad one of the world’s most notorious terrorist of the modern world his last act was killing thirty hundred people with one bomb after that he was caught dressed as a British solider nowhere near the British army, Mohammad had come to regret taking the job offered by his current employer Mr Boris only because he had been caught, he cared not for the lives he took. Mohammad was prepared to escape his cell during the night and if so die trying for his people need him or the flames of justice would perish beneath the tides of oppression and evil from everyone and everywhere.

Guards at every entrance and exit no one could sneak in or out but when you blended in with a crowd no could find you but that only worked when you looked like everyone else Jason did not he had a middle eastern complexion dark hair and a scar down his left cheek, has he walked he saw he did not belong in a mainly western society, the noises were different the smells seemed captivating in a weird why. Jason had lived in Saudi Arabia for twenty years until a man referred to only as Mohammad recruited him into a group called the flames of justice recently the Australians had captured Mohammad. Jason walked into the Sydney opera house’s main room and climbed onto the main stage and took his jacket off revealing a bomb on his chest. The police surrounded the Sydney opera house helicopters and cars raced in every direction, the polices top negotiator had been brought in to defuse the situation, ‘who are you and what are your demands’ said the officer into a loudspeaker ‘release the man called Mohammad from your army’s possession’ called Jason ‘ok we’ll do what we can...’bang a sniper hits its mark, Jason falls dead holding the detonator but not pressing the button.

Mohammad had escaped captivity, after four days travel he reached his destination an old soviet bunker full to the brim in nuclear weapons his groups top minds were fixing every thing they could and they were almost done he would mourn Jason’s sacrifice with vengeance.  

  

     

Enemy united part 1

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Laurence Dyball

Enemy united

PART 1

A man stands on the shell of a building talking into a radio giving orders to those on the other side, suddenly a bang is heard the sound of a sniper firing upon its mark, everyone takes cover and readies there weapons bullets fly in every direction towards the snipers location no one is sure where he is only that he is in the building, boom an explosion is felt all over the city killing many men those that survived are badly wounded and would not make it past the night.

The picturesque scene of Sydney harbour in the dead of night was soon intruded by the silhouette of five men all moving towards a villa on the water front, the men take position by the doors they prepare weapons all with suppressors one kicks a door in they all enter one by one small bursts of light being the only indication that they were shooting, it was all over in a matter of minutes the villa filled with the corpses of its former owners, those not killed held till the police could collect them.

It was early morning when five soldiers returned to holdsworthy, they were to be de-briefed immediately upon returning but instead they were greeted by a plane, ‘men you are being moved to the front lines in the city Zarafshan Uzbekistan any question, no OK get on the plane’ barked their superior, the roar of the plane’s engine was deafening then suddenly it stared to descend slowly lining up with the run way then thump the plane had connected with the ground meaning the ride was over all the men got out of the plane and made their way towards the forward-operating-base but the rest had orders to wait.

‘Hey David, John get over here’ yelled a tall man with brown hair and a well build ‘what is it Steve’ called back David ‘you see that building over there, the one with the hole in the roof’ ‘yea so what’ retorted David ‘I’ll tell what that’s our target, our Intel suggest an enemy base is there so let’s move out’ ‘yes sir’ called out all the men. 2.50 am was the time when they reached the building no one in sight then suddenly a car swerves in to a drive way, the lights inches away from David almost exposing him, the car stops three men exit the building and in hastened words welcome the new comer explosions are heard all-around them masking the sounds of footsteps, shadows move along the buildings east wall stopping every now and then after four stops they finally reach the door they twist cylinders onto the barrel of guns, they enter the door.

David pushed the door aside turned his night vision on and moved in after John a man rushed in from the other room john shot his gun hitting the man a cry of pain the man’s last sound as he crashed to the ground dead, another man appeared in the window David shoot the man who fell to the ground with no audible sound, suddenly the growls of a dog start, David turned towards the sound and saw a Australian cattle dog. The dog sat licking john's face as David and Steve talked about what to do, ‘where are you from boy’ John said to the dog while rubbing his grey belly, the dog had a chunk missing from his left ear he had grey fur signs of his age he still had the energy of a young pup he wore a collar around his neck with a tag saying property of the Australian military.

Steve stood up and walked over to his squad mates the dog at his heel ‘hey John looks like you got a new pal’ called David ‘yea he must be seven years old, I’m amazed he survived’ said John ‘well we Australians are a tough breed’ ‘I hear you’. It was 6.00 am when they got a radio call from headquarters telling them to reach the local grocery store, ‘men we got a job they want us to clear out the grocery store half a kilometre down the street’ called Steve, had made their way half way down the street before shots were heard four meters away they all readied there weapons preparing for the worst, they all bolted for cover when the firing ceased suddenly a figure appeared in front of them. The squad returned to base with a prisoner a man dressed like a British solider he carried no weapon on him besides a single combat knife soaked in blood when John had radioed in what had happened they were ordered to return to base so they could question the man.

‘So you going to talk or are we going to have to beat you until you talk’ said a man dressed in a suit and sunnies ‘hey you can’t beat him up there are rules to follow when we offered the Americans a chance to question him we meant within the Geneva convention’ said a man wearing a Australian dress uniform, the two men bickered about how to interrogate the man tell the American punched the prisoner in the lower jaw dazing him for a moment. The American had been removed from the tent and detained tell further noticed. 12.00 pm a silhouette moves through the shadows of the alleyways never stopping  it moves past a grocery store and to a street stall it stops finally and pulls a sniper rifle from seemingly nowhere puts a cylindrical item on the top of the gun and another one on the front of the barrel, it takes aim puts a tall man with dark hair a strong features in his cross-hairs.

 A man puts his finger on his snipers trigger and begins to pull it when suddenly he hears a sound almost like a gunshot but quieter at that moment he realises he has been hit the effects of blood loss start to overcome him when suddenly another shot is heard he slowly realises that it was aimed for him but missed he moves into cover, dyeing he puts pressure on the wound and rummages through his stuff looking for something. Many people had tried to kill the president of Uzbekistan but no one had succeeded, he was a recluse never leaving his home unless it was important today was one of those days, he sat in the back of an armoured limo prepared for anything any threat, gun fire was everywhere around them so it was hard to tell the difference between an attack and a far off fire fight this scared the president the most who sat in a moving metal death box.

 The only other people in the limo was a big man bald with muscles on his muscles he was the presidents head of security he went with him and the other person was the president’s brother and secretary of defence, the limo stopped everyone got out and made their way into a tall monolithic building owned once by the Russian government many years ago. Waiting for them was a diplomat for the Russian government he looked only twenty years old but somehow as if you could confide in him and tell him your secrets. ‘What is it why do you call me from my home and family’ asked the Uzbekistani president tersely called out to the diplomat who looked up at the men in front of him ‘Mr Boris would like to talk to all of you’ said the diplomat warmly.

Three men entered a warehouse abandoned many years ago, it had become a favourite spot for smugglers and other low-life’s recently reports of a terrorist group hiding out around the area had surfaced, the men kicked the door in and began to open fire into the building anyone in there was unlikely to leave outside a body bag though there where two floors to clear still ‘john move up quickly... cover me now’ gun fire was heard again ‘clear’ called john as he searched for any remaining enemies or Intel. ‘Sir who are these men’ called David ‘there a group called winds of freedom, they believe us to be the true oppressors not there worthless president’ Steve said through gritted teeth, ‘guys I found something and its important’ yelled john ‘what is it john’ Steve called back ‘it seems these guys aren't alone I found information saying that another group called the flames of justice have been supplying them with guns’ ‘what does it mean john are they working together’ ‘I think so sir I’ll report back to HQ now’ ‘ ok  do that’ .                  

                 

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