Shots Fired

Being an infamous, yet anonymous, sniper for the many gangs that riddled her city’s and the few surrounding cities’ streets was not the ideal job. She had to keep herself anonymous in order to hold normal relationships, or in case she ever decided to build a family. Amelia was good at what she did, though. She was never one to go home empty handed. She was practically a hired assassin after all. Gangs would hire her in order to take out people that stood in her way. She’d never pick a gang to fight for in the several gang wars that took place throughout the streets. She would never be able to get back out of that, no matter how good she was at running. Which is what got her here.

Amelia could hear the tech guy, Michael, on the other side of her earpiece. After muting her end, she had begun to set up on the rooftop. As a gang sniper, her job wasn’t to discuss, her job was to shoot and kill. Michael knew that as well so he would talk her through the process while she listened and did what she was best at. Shooting.

“Alright, so according to the live camera feed I’m looking at from the casino, the target should be exiting the back door in less than 30 seconds.” Michael spoke through the earpiece. Amelia had everything in position and was already looking at the door through the scope on her sniper. In a breath, the backdoor of the casino was slammed open and out came several guys in suits. “Large gut and floral shirt, Amy.” Michael’s voice was distant to her, she steadied the gun and watched through the scope as the target finally exited the building, peacefully proceeding to the awaiting car.

One guard stepped in her line of sight, also stopping the target from leaving. She could recognize the tattoo that was engraved on the back of his neck, almost hidden behind his jacket color. Looks like Talino isn’t the only one who wants this guy dead, she thought to herself as she sunk lower to the ground of the roof. The suited men, who were dressed as casino security, quickly surrounded the target, but not in a way to protect him. As two men grabbed his arms, a large van pulled up to the curb and stopped inches from the other vehicle.

Amelia sat waiting for a clear shot, barely listening to Michael shouting warnings in her ear. If she didn’t complete this job, there would be no pay for her. She knew that, Michael knew that. There was no way she was going to leave this rooftop empty-handed. She watched through the scope as the target successfully fought off all of the guards except that largest one that still stood in her line of sight to his chest. It was as if he knew she was up here.

Grinding her teeth together, she steadied the gun once again to aim at the large guard in her vision. Her finger squeezed the trigger, firing the shot through his back into his chest. The target watched in fear as the man in front of him dropped to the ground long enough for Amelia to cock the sniper rifle once more and clearly aim at the target once more.

“The police were alerted of a disturbance behind the casino. Hurry Amy!” Michael sounded distressed but, with the release of a breath she had been holding, she pressed the trigger once more, firing a bullet straight into the target’s chest. The large man collapsed right next to the other men, now lifeless. She quickly rolled away from the roof’s edge and packed away her equipment in record time.

“Payday sure does taste sweet.” Michael chimed one last time through the earpiece.