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Bad Feeling

Encounter

It was casual day, a sunny Wednesday. I was just sitting in a restaurant eating my food. Now let’s go back a little earlier and let me tell you about a weird thing I had. I woke up this morning feeling tired as usual. As I was getting ready, I felt like something bad was gonna happen today. After trying to shake that feeling off, I walked outside and made my way to the bus stop. Along the ride, I saw a restaurant and decided that I will visit it after school. 

The school day went by pretty fast and next thing I know, I was on the bus again. I got off at the last stop and walked to the little shop from earlier. I walked in and there was a bunch of people there. I sat at a corner booth and a pretty waitress came to take my order. What’s weird is that I was staring off into space while telling my order. I was still in a daze until she brought my order which later costed like $25. 

As I was eating, I can’t stop from thinking about the bad feeling from this morning. I was in an assassin and soldier program back in middle school and up till 9th grade. The skills I had learned from the program were... efficient? I had learned how to hide my presence during an assassination, take out a target from afar in a difficult environment, etc. 

Here’s one of them: I was in Afghanistan with an Army platoon on a mission to take out a warlord. The platoon engaged in combat with the warlord’s guards and I stayed back because I was the sniper. I had got in position on a ledge and focused a shot on the warlord. The troops finally took out the guards and busted into the warlord's room where he had taken a hostage as a shield. He was holding her in a way that if a person took a shot at him, the hostage would get hit fatally. I also had difficulty because there was sand and dust flying everywhere due to a nearby sand storm. After hesitating for a while, I saw that the situation was going nowhere so I positioned myself once more and focused the shot as much as I could to the warlord's temple. I took a deep breath and...pulled the trigger. The second I heard a loud sound from the rifle, I closed my eyes. After a few minutes, while still keeping my eyes, one of my platoon members radioed that the warlord has been taken out and and the hostage is fine. After that near incident, I almost had no trouble taking out my targets whenever there were civilians and innocents around. 

Back to the restaurant: I was still eating and reminiscing when suddenly a masked guy bolted into the restaurant with an auto-pistol and started demanding for everyone to get under the tables. He grabbed a little girl and held her in front of him and walked to the cashier, telling them to empty the register. The little girl was crying which reminded me of another mission I was on.

I was in Los Angeles on a mission as an aid to the local authorities. I was told that a bunch of girls were being held by thugs in a warehouse. The police and SWAT team had already surrounded the area and in a gunfight with the thugs. It was going nowhere so I stealthily walked behind two of them thugs and shot them in the back of the head which put the odds of winning in the fuzz's favor. I quickly made my way to where the girls were being held and came to a room where the leader of the gang was standing with his back to the girls and holding a gun. When he saw me, he quickly grabbed one of the girls and held her in front of him. He motioned me to leave with his gun and all I did was look at him with a blank face. He was perspiring a lot and I think is because he knows that I’m not going anywhere. And that’s what I did: I walked up to him with no expression on my face and dissembled his gun - slid off the slide and popped out the magazine. It was as if time had stopped for him because he still wasn't moving and the girl that was held hostage was no longer crying. Wanting to leave the place quickly, I socked the guy in the middle of his ugly face which knocked him out. 

And now, in the restaurant, I got up out of my seat and made my way behind the masked guy. With a quick motion, I reached to the front of his neck and dislocated his trachea, which made him drop his gun and grabbed his throat. I picked up his gun and tore it apart. He looked at me and I gave him a good kick to the face. He went down and didn't seem like he was coming back up. I was still staring down at him when the police stormed the place, thinking about the feeling I had this morning. I received a report later that the masked guy had died on the way to the hospital due to the dislocated trachea and broken cranium. No charges were made. I guess the training I had undergo was pretty efficient in the real world. As you can see, through harsh training, I was given perceptive "imagination'' and quick reflexes.