Introduction

Memories never fade....

As I enter the room in the abandoned building, I looked into the mirror that was hanging on the wall. A strong, tall, feminine woman approximately 5’8” who weighs exactly 150 pounds with apple red hair, and sea blue eyes was staring back at a girl who wasn't so innocent. The one in the mirror looks so innocent, but looks are quite deceiving. I turned to the case that I was carrying. Before I opened it, I ran my hands across the case. I have never used this before now. I opened the case to find a letter waiting for me to read. I read it aloud: 

Dear Alaina Mendoza,

We knew that it would come to this moment, so we bought you this so you could use it to avenge our death. Only use it once; take good care of this, because this rifle has been in the family for generations and very few have been able to use it. Very few people in the family was able to use it. You only get one shot and one shot only. It’s the final bullet of the family rifle. You know what to do with this opportunity. Take advantage of it, avenge us my lovely daughter. We love you.

Your parents,

Mother and Father

P.S. Don’t hesitate to do what is right. Always trust your gut. Avenge us!

 

I put the letter down only to read it once more. After I reread the letter my parents left for me, I took the rifle that was said to have been in my family for generations. It was also said to have been able to use by certain people. It was a black AS50 Sniper Rifle with a thermal energy scope. I took it out and started to put it together. I went to the window and crouched down to get myself comfortable and to have a good spot to see my target fully. As I waited for the target to arrive, I started to second guess myself. I wonder, as the final target walks out of the door, if I am making the right decision in doing this. Before this moment not one of my targets meant anything, but this time, this time it’s personal. This one goes to the beginning of why I started my profession.

Author's Note

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