[TheNoir] Re: Snipin'
- From: Sam <tenfifteenmachine@xxxxxxxxx>
- To: thenoir@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
- Date: Mon, 21 Feb 2005 22:50:33 -0800 (PST)
Snipin?
by J. Harrison
Harrison rechecked his equipment. He had already double checked and verified
the weapon?s clearances. The accuracy depended on the close tolerances of
finely machined parts which proved to be a powerful and extremely accurate
weapon. Harrison finished his tasks and made his weapons ready. The sighting
screen showed detailed and close definition of the foliage. Harrison smiled as
the thought of confidence in his weapon was assured. Harrison knew he could
castrate a nat at 10,000 meters with his finely tuned killing machine.
Harrison let his mind wander as he forced himself to relax. He knew that if he
was too keyed-up he would be more apt to make a mistake. Methodical deliberate
actions lesson any chance of error. He thought of Alex and his new baby. He
missed them and felt for the first time, a little apprehension that he may not
make it back alive. He thought of the rule that dictates he abandon all thought
of love or strong attachments. Thoughts such as these lead to disaster. He
could lose the edge. His relaxed and controlled movements were as important as
the weapon?s smooth operation. They became one integrated force of destruction.
Harrison watched M.E. and Alex lead Cole, followed by that Klingon shadow K?lor
toward an old stone monastery. Harrison smiled as he watched through his
sight-screen. He stayed focused an I not notice the jungle bugs crawling on his
arms and camo-painted face.
Harrison was suppose to be the spotter on this mission, but so far, Shane was a
no-show. Harrison wondered what happened to him. Harrison grimaced at the
thought of his buddy possibly being assaulted back on ship. He really didn?t
think that was the case, but some mighty strange happenings were occurring on
the Noir these days. Rope smokers, gerbil farmers, butt pirates and
incest-is-best seemed to have captured everyone?s senses. Perversions of all
dimensions had taken over and each outrage seemed to try to out-due the last
one. The making of self destructive dangerous liaisons with mind pollution this
damaging was certain and eminent doom. Harrison was feeling indifferent and not
eager to return to his defiled ship. A sense of loss overwhelmed him, but he
shook it of an concentrate to the tasks at hand. He watched intently as the
scene below unfolded, but he could not shake off his sense of loss and doom.
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