His heart was pounding. His eyes were watching the scene unfolding before him like a hawk. The soldiers standing on the street below him, doing their simple duties while holding their weapons in a way that signified they did not have their guard up. Over to his right, he witnessed the silhouette of his target. It appeared as if he was speaking to someone else. Then the door hiding them opened. The target walked out with a bit of a smirk on face. In his hand was a knife. They walked over to the building across the street and began to bring out a man. The man was tied and had a bag over his head.
“Blasted devils…” uttered the watcher. He was observing through the scope of his sniper rifle, sweat dripping down his face. It was supposed to be a cold day here in Ireland, but with the equipment and the uniform he was wearing, it felt like a hot summer day in Texas.
Through the scope, the target could be seen speaking. The watcher was not very good at reading lips, but based on the man’s body language it could be determined it was not anything involving joy. Suddenly without warning, he took he knife he was holding and stuck the blade deep into the gut of the tied up man. The target ordered two other soldiers to hold the man up as he began to slowly twist the knife. Blood began to ooze from the stab, and it was seeping through the bag on his head. The face on the target resembled that of a kid who has just received candy as a reward. He was laughing! The sadistic personality of the target was apparent. After holding the knife in and twisting it for what seemed like forever, he dragged the knife to his right, ripping his stomach open. Anything that was inside of his stomach began to spill out. On the teeth of the knife intestines were hanging. The man fell to the ground, and the target pulled out a pistol. He aimed towards the head of the tied up man, discharging a shot, killing the man. The entire place went quiet, and the watcher’s heart was pounding so loud he thought it would pop out of his chest. The shot rang out throughout the area, and even from the roof he was on he still felt the fear of being captured.
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