Vol 1 Prologue 2 (1/2)
Prologue 2 - Operations in Order
The brighton the dock There are three yacht parked on the track Boxes are being carried carefully loaded off
Westley has found one of his target by the trucks A fat guy who na, with a bald head and massive belly Word has it that he love women Westley feels so happy for the wo with hi overwhelhs over 100 kilos
The King is talking with two uy, who look like the supplier
”Theypowders in our territory” Rat whispered
”500 benefits will drive anyone crazy” Westley is a trained agent, and this craziness is nothing o in position and wait for my orders”
My subordinates take out their weapons and spread out crawling Then they take up vantage grounds in teams of attack/cover/support for at all this
These guys are handpicked and trained by Westley himself They are equipped with the best weaponry and coe 200 bullets per person per day doing shooting training in the base for this, but Westley consider it hile spending Rigorous training will lead to asters, my team will triumph a team of FBI special force easily
Rat handed over a rifle to Westley Lips pressed, Westley checked his weapon carefully Meanwhile, in his ears he heard the sound of other tea their communication system
”Squad 1 test, over”
”Squad 2 copy, over”
When the five squads finished testing, Rat nodded, ”Ready boss”
Westley tightened the recorder on his throat, commands out
”All units confirm entry direction”
”Confirmed”
”All units entering attack position, confirm”
”Confirmed”
”Covering team position, confirm”
”Confirmed”
”Supporting team position, confirm”
”Confirmed”
With all that confirmation by their squad leader, Westley knew they are ready and waiting for his signal
Carrying his rifle, gunstock on his right shoulder firently on the cheek pad, Westley slowly adjust the aperture, until the cross is right focused on the King’s fat brain Nued and stopped at 400 meters This is the distance for a rifle to yield its maximum destructive power
Everybody who’s watching this kneould be like to be shot by an assault rifle at such a distance Looking at his twisting face, Westley knew the King must be thrilled This much powder, if sold successfully, he could retire at least 10 years earlier
”His skin looking good, how does he keep it?” Talking to himself, Westley turned the safe on
Tool he is, he doesn’ta unique tool with character
He pulled the trigger A pretty fire erupted frounshot sound spread in the silent night Body of the rifle shook lightly, a warm shell fell
In the aperture, blood bursted out fro’s neck His body shook twice and fell uptop
At the ive the attack co their serenade and s teaht viewer rushed into the docking station covered with smoke