Snowy Op

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: War and Military  |  House: Booksie Classic
My story is about a shadowy figure that has a mission to do in a camp in the middle of a snowy blizzard. the mans mission is to track down and eliminate a foreign dignitary that has become a threat to this mans home country.

Submitted: November 03, 2010

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The brisk winter winds blew across the snowy mountain as a cloaked figure slowly ascended to the summit. The figure had been climbing nonstop for hours and was slowly beginning to doubt whether or not he would make it to the camp in time. The figure was tall and had a thick black beard covering his chin and his upper lip. He wore a white jacket with a white cloak over it; his cramp-on boots made a crunching noise with each step. Strapped onto his back was a white draganov 20 mm sniper rifle with a heartbeat sensor. This man meant business. As the man neared the industrial camp, he loosened the strap on the rifle and slid it off his back. He then fit six rounds into his clip and loaded the gun. The man walked closer and closer to the camp, and when he saw that nobody was around he climbed up an escape ladder on the side of a tall industrial building. Once the man was on the roof, he crawled over to the north end and slid onto his back. As the man got into position he screwed a silencer onto the barrel of his gun and looked over the edge of the building and onto the snowy road below. Just a couple blocks away was the target’s living quarters, all the assassin had to do was wait for the target to step outside the door then he would take the shot. If he succeeded in killing the target he would then crawl back down the ladder and disappear into the snow back the way he came. But if he failed, every guard in the camp would be on alert and if they found him he would be hanged for attempting an assassination of a foreign dignitary. Failing was not part of this man’s vocabulary, but still he was nervous; the weight of the world was heavy on his shoulders, and he knew that he could not let his country down. The assassin waited and waited for what seemed to be hours until finally the sound of a jeep starting up awoke him from a light sleep. The man looked down over the edge and spotted the ambassador getting into his vehicle. “Idiot!” cursed the sniper as he readied his rifle. “He could have easily gotten away, had the sound of his car not awakend me” The sniper quickly took aim but just when he was about to fire he noticed that the ambassador was not alone. Sitting next to him was a burly man that must have been a body guard.The thought of the dignitary having a body guard hadn't even crossed his mind. “Stupid, I should have known that someone of his stature would never leave his home without at least one body guard” The sniper’s chances of ridding the world of this man had suddenly grown slim. And now he had to think of a way to get the guard to leave the target. Finally a brilliant plan came to mind.The sniper grabbed a flash-bang grenade out of his side pocket, pulled the pin, and chucked the grenade ten feet past the jeep. When the grenade went off the bodyguard jumped out of the jeep and told the ambassador to drive as he searched the parameter. Luckily the sniper had been hoping that he would do that. As the ambassador drove towards the building that he was positioned on, he aimed and took the shot. “Click.” His gun jammed! He quickly fiddled with his gun and got it to unjam. He then aimed and took the shot. Suddenly the car swerved off the rode and slammed into a building where it sat with the horn blaring. He had done it; he had taken the shot and nailed the ambassador right between the eyes. He slid his strap onto his back and crawled down the ladder, turned around and sprinted right into the bodyguard! “Thump.” He landed flat on his back and struggled to stand up as the huge hulk of a man picked him up and tossed him into the snow. The giant picked up a lead pipe and swung it at the sniper. “WHAM!” As the pipe caught him right in the ribs he flew across the parking lot and into a bank of snow. The sniper had to think fast, he looked around, quickly grabbed his rifle and shot at a power-line right above the giant. The line swung down and whipped right into the hulk’s back. The shock sent the giant flying through the air where he later hit the ground and lay there lifelessly still. The sniper quickly got up on his feet and ran down the hill and disappeared into the snow never to return again. He had completed is mission and had saved America from one of its most dangerous enemies.


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