Chapter 1 (1/2)

Unreasonable Death

Sniper duty is a.s.sa.s.sination, covering their ally on the front line, or scouting the enemy territory, it’s a lot to do.

Which is besides scouting the enemy front line, and because it’s always affecting another people life it’s never easy but not for me, I’m always smiling.

the range is 1000. The criminal that standing up in the building is only 1 person. Looks quite coward because he always walking and taking a hostage with him.Wind speed that leads to the east is 4.

Then my handheld communication begin reverberating. Is the firing permission had finally given? I reply to the telephone call.

[thanks for waiting, I got the firing permission]

[You are late! Did you know how much I smoking!]

[Ara? Are you smoking?]

I lied about the smoking. It’s the custom to left the cigarette and sell it to the worn out soldier but, sometimes there is time that I want to smoking too. Because its looks cool.

[is it alright to shoot the head?]

[I didn’t take that permission. Can I request you shoot the shoulder?]

It’s nothing with this level of condition. With my arms,  and I had this SRR81+. I reply with roger, I begin sprawling and setting up my SRR or sura-san for the nickname.

[The timing for firing is from there. With 3 count, they will rush together with your shooting timing]

[Roger. Today too I depend on you sura-san]

I held tightly the bipods, I have to shoot with 1 bullet. My mission this time is basically shooting with only 1 bullet.

And if it miss… no,to basking with a nervousness is no-no.

I already know where I must aim, but while waiting my nervousness to go away, the criminal suddenly got up. Then when in the window he looks getting up, my count down begin.

My mouth shape become like a crescent moon, like fish mouth that had been hooked up.

[Count. 3, 2, 1, 0!]

Bang! The sound that irrepressible by earphone strike my eardrum.

The shot bullet, slip through the woman hostage and hit the criminal shoulder, it’s like being absorbed by the shoulder.

In that instant the riot police quickly seize the criminal. The movement is like an example of baptism.

[The impact had been confirmed. It’s beautifully shot straight into the shoulder. As expected Mechanical Soldier (read as Automata)]

[Please stop it. To call me with that name is waste]

I don’t like that nickname.

[Isn’t it. The second name that you really like is]

[Laughing Grim Reaper (read as Smile Reaper)]

As I heard that I’m smiling. Attached to my shoulder, the emblem of laughing grim reaper that look like it mouths will split apart is the cause of it.

it’s about the nickname but, it seems like my fault too. I should know my self-consciousness but…

From my colleague story, even in a dangerous condition, even when my close friend is dead I always smiling.

Even if it become rash I’m smiling. Then when I snipping my enemy, until the end of his/her time I take him/her to the next world with my smile. And there no more reason other than that.

Then with my love gun SRR81+ alias sura-san we’ve been together more than 10 years. (by the way, now I’m 17 years old). *you have gunning from 7 F***ING YEARS OLD!? S**T MAN, DID YOU SHOT YOUR FAMILY?!)

Fuu, I’m taking breath while standing up and suddenly it become cold. Believing my intuition, with all of my strength I jump horizontally.

p.i.s.su and there is a bullet shot to the floor. I hid the portable communication in the cover to make report to my superior, but once again I feel chill at once from the portable communication position, I turn away my head and the blood thirst is from opposite of the sniping point.

While I’m thinking there are several person as my opponent, I jumped to the indoor. But before I’m entering the indoor, I’m witnessing something impossible.

While opening the door, I saw a small pattern that it will emitting a light.

[Uwoaa]

I have a vision where that light will penetrate my head, so I enter the building at once while doing a sliding. As my expectation the bullet of light is making a pa.s.sage on the last position of my head. After the light is lost, there is no sign of danger. it seems that after that 1 one shot there won’t be next attack.

(How in the world that thing on that place, I have to understand it now, if that light is the existence that like a sniper that mean…)

My though had been interrupted. My left thigh had been shot with that bullet of light.  That pattern had been made right under my body.

(It had a freedom to attacking from anywhere! Isn’t it a foul play!)

An impatience give birth to an instant opening. I miss the formation of the pattern right in front of my eyes. I can’t evade it. My thought had given a judgment like that for the last decision.

I try to slash the it with my knife. How to break the wall of pattern that can bend the bullet is to tear it to pieces.

(I’m finished. Is it no good?)

But, I still have my consciousness. How to break this pattern and make the bullet misfires.

(If it’s like that!)

I open the door vigorously and getting outside. Rather than in the inside of a secret room, if I used sura-san on the outside, my survival rate will be increased.

In the other word, it’s that. A typical aiming game. The target’s small pattern with 10cm diameter. It’s possible it can be formed in anywhere. There is no other way.

I’m standing up while bring sura-san to my shoulder. I didn’t talk about giving up, committing error, or anything else, just standing up.