Theyre all staring out at the desert tonight. Night sky is beautiful, and theres no urban intrusion on the stellar plane out here. Riding outside of Karbala into Al-Anbar, theres quiet and its good. Everythings safe at this point. Everythings quiet and its good. A hum seeps from the engine of the Jeep theyre riding in. No music, no real sound out here. Its an arid place, and animals have half-a-brain to settle elsewhere. Thus, theres no call, no cry. Its an empty expanse, and theyre enjoying the ride. With Coca-Cola money and Government acceptance, theyre going to kill the Four of Spades... A Military can only do so much in a year. Private money can make things faster, and Tax Payers are slow with the spill. Six guys are going to capture the Baath Party Regional-Command Chairman. They hit the spot and everythings cool. Temperature, traffic, civilians: Everything is at a minimum and its great. The small corner-building speaks to a simpler time - Brick and mortar, casual and quiet. Targets in there and theyll blow it to get him. Its like a general store here, basically. It sells everything as a need, but its small and confined. Not a lot of exits besides windows. Hes on the second floor... Its a pretty cool pad for a bad guy. Quiet and casual, hes probably asleep. Maybe. Maybe hes awake and aware of whats coming. Hes expecting a fight. Guns blazing, martyrs made... This could get him into public conscience. He was a figure-head anyways. To kill him would be overkill, and it would weaken the outside effort. He would be a hero, regardless of his fate. He tamed a goat once. He didnt think much of the occasion... He succeeded at a menial task in his mind... But it colored his political career. A man who could quiet the noise and control the flock. He didnt like the implication, but he ran with it. He made a life of it, telling others what to do. And he liked it. He felt he was doing good. They walked in and capped the two boys in the foyer. Probably employees of the store, but theyre protecting a target. Didnt bode well for them. Hes asleep. Dreaming of martyrdom and success, knowing hes a target and hes next... Hes sleeping in a sort-of decent bed in a corner. A small-grouping of plates line the edge, and its clear he had dinner. Hes a human, anyways. He has to eat. Three quiet shots ring through nothing to end him. Chest gets two, head gets one. He felt the first, and everything after was a blur. Four ♣ down. Going home. -Im bored and topical as of 2 years ago-
Posted on: Fri, 25 Oct 2013 07:41:53 +0000