Gunslingers

Baker's eyes met mine in question. His eyes were really green. I was almost mesmerized by them. Dan laughed and clapped his back.

"Baker, it's good to be nervous."

Cory nodded energetically. "We were all nervous our first time. Sanders has the hard job. You just watch his back, and don't take his shit."

I chuckled. "Get in your Ranger hole, Zach. We'll be the first ones up."

He sighed and nodded. Baker climbed into his hold and pulled his gun across my chest. I shook my head; he'd learn eventually.
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Shaking Baker's arm, I motioned for him to follow me. We had to find the perfect spot to see the entire compound. Who knew they had them out here?

Baker rubbed his eyes and followed me. Luckily, he was quiet as we neared the compound. I remembered our first tour. I had almost missed my shot. But when the adrenalin was pumping, your training kicks in, and it's like everything goes on autopilot.

"Sanders," Baker whispered, "Where exactly is the perfect place for you to snipe?"

I looked back at the smaller man. "I've got to be able to see everything. Have you ever spotted for a sniper before?" I had to have full faith in my spotter. He was there to make sure I not only got the shot but also stayed alive. My job was to snipe; Baker took care of everything else.

Zach's green eyes met my hazel ones. "Yes. I'm pretty good, but my previous sniper never told me about anything. He just told me to look for him."

"That sucks, buddy. I'm a dick about this though." I found the perfect spot and started to set up. "Silence is golden in sniping."

He nodded and stood next to me. Then we watched as the other SEALs started their slow creep to the compound. Everything was organized in Special Forces. We planned for everything including the worst.

The team moved forward into the compound. Everything was good until the lights came on. That's when all hell broke loose in a matter of seconds. Guns sounded all throughout the place. Shit, that was never good.

"Hassan is on the move," Baker said and adjusted his scope. "Doesn't look like any of our guys are pursuing."

"Thanks for narrating. I can see too." I watched as Hassan and four guys started to leave the compound. "Fuck. Calculate it, Baker."

I heard him make calculations under his breath and then tell me the wind speed and latitude and longitude that Hassan was at. I nodded and sighted my rifle. Hassan's head appeared in my scope. Taking a deep breath, I pulled the trigger as I let my breath out.

"Confirmed kill," Baker said.

Notes

Well, chapter two is up... what do y'all think so far?

-- HereticBlood