BaronEngel
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Now we take from him
🕑 Added 2022-07-19 22:15:30 +0000 UTCViktor tossed another hard case container into the back of the vehicles. A dozen cases were already lying haphazardly scattered in the back of the small delivery truck.
He wasn't worried about neatly stacking them up. Time was more important; besides the combination of hard case shells and their internally foam compartments were more than adequate for the electronics they were protecting. The cargo was top shelf, hardened military gear. They could easily take this abuse.
Finally the last case was transferred from the service van he'd stolen earlier that morning to his truck. He was in the process of closing the truck's rolling door when over the constant rumble of the freight yard he heard his phone go off. Removing it from a side pocket of his work overalls he looked at the number. A grin slowly spread across his face as he recognized who was calling. He considered ignoring it but the thought tweaking the nose of his former partner one last time was just too amusing. So putting it up to his head he took the call.
"Remi! Baby! How you doing?" He suppressed the urge to giggling.
"You know exactly how I am doing Viktor." A very cold feminine voice answered. "You took my fucking load. I want it back."
The stallion leaned up against the side of van and chuckled. "Well Remi. It's good to want things, but I'm afraid this want is going to have go unfulfilled. Better luck next time honey!" He chuckled louder as he heard the phone call abruptly end.
700yds away Remi tossed aside a satellite phone. She scowled and took a puff on her cigar. Across the broad expanse of the freight yard she could see the SOB leaning up against the truck. Apparently he couldn't see her amongst the jumble piles of shipping crates and containers. This bastard had ruined her run and her original client had backed out of the deal. Meaning the goods were now useless to her. Just like that asshole Viktor.
She glanced down from modest crate she standing on at her partner who had been silent through all of this. The male batpony focus was on the reticle of his rifle scope. He had 30.06 rifle resting on a shipping crate. Remi addressed him.
"You got him Skyline?"
The stallion's focus remained affixed on his target. After a moment he spoke. "I'm just waiting for your signal. Do we do it?"
The vixen puffed on cigar and then nodded her head. "Yeah. He's taken from us. Now we take from him. Do it!"
Skyline made a final adjustment and the metal fingers of his prosthetics clicked softly. His right index finger came to a rest on the trigger. A second later the rifle roared. A fraction of second later Viktor's body shuddered and then he toppled slowly to the ground. After a second Remi spoke.
"Did that do the job?" The stallion watched through the scope for a few seconds then replied. "Yeah. He's done for."
Remi jumped down from the crate and retrieved her phone. "Good. Then let's get the fuck out of here."
This is a patron reward for Skyline. Both Skyline and Remi are OCs of his , and this is the story that popped into my head as I working on this piece.
This Saturday 7/23/22 starting at 5:30pm Pacific I'll be streaming on Picarto.
Comments
Baron Engel
Ding! Ding! Winner.
Vet
A venerable 03 matched to an Unertl 10x scope. Lethality guaranteed.
Caerdwyn
M1903, ya can't fool me!
Skyline
Once again, a wonderful picture that captures the mood set in the story. Thank you, once again, for all the hard work!
