Same as Full Chuunibyou Part One, please listen to the music that should be played with the piece. Read this first then listen to the song, reliving the events of this piece while you listen.
Night has fallen upon the sleepless city. The riverside motorway is bustling with cars, trucks, and motorcycles alike. Tail lights speed by like ruby fireflies. The CityCats sail the river, transporting civilians to the active nightlife. But one woman stands alone, atop of a skyscraper, and she’s preparing to eliminate her contractor.
She wears a jet black trench coat, which rustles restlessly in the raging wind. Her HUD (heads-up display) illuminates with a mission objective reminder, which overlays the dark cloudy sky above her with turquoise text. Upon her back is a heavy black case, within it the parts to assemble the weapon of choice. She crouches close to the edge of a rooftop, which is surprisingly deficient of any guard-railing, and she assembles the weapon. The barrel clicks to the stock, the scope slides on top of the barrel, the bipod under it, and the OTRS on the side of it. The suppressor is screwed onto the muzzle and the match trigger is tested. The Exacto ammo is loaded and the M110 sniper rifle is complete.
Using the custom sniper optic, she pans across the riverside to find her target: the bald Russian businessman Ruchevsky Karmakov, walking alongside his trophy wife. They are taking a late night stroll along the boulevard, after an extravagant dinner. The OTRS (Optical Target Recognition Scanner) tracks his movement with a blue diamond. All the exploitative evidence of corruption, illegal arms-dealing, and drug trafficking, light up the HUD. The sniper takes aim, lining up the shot. The HUD appears through the scope, calculating the required trajectory while factoring wind velocity, bullet aerodynamics, and gravitational acceleration.
Gently tugging on the trigger, she holds her breath. Her right jugular vein throbs on the stock of his rifle. Her mind empties and the HUD minimises. Only the trajectory line, which pinpoints Karmakov’s stationary head, is seen through the scope.
“Just one final shot and I will be free.”
Karmakov turns around. The sniper looks up from the scope, and the OTRS lights up with a new entity: highlighted with a yellow circle, about 100m from Karmakov’s position. It approaches Karmakov at 13m/s. The OTRS begins feeding the HUD with information.
HEIGHT: 1.73 M [ANALYSIS COMPLETE] PREFERRED HAND: RIGHT [ANALYSIS COMPLETE] WEAPONS EQUIPPED:[ANALYSIS COMPLETE] 60 CM CHINESE JIAN (DOUBLE-EDGED STRAIGHT SWORD) - INSCRIBED "EAGLE" IN TRADITIONAL CHINESE 60 CM JAPANESE WAKIZASHI (SINGLE-EDGED CURVED SWORD) - INSCRIBED "PHOENIX" IN JAPANESE HIRAGANA AND KANJI PRIMARY MOTIVE: ELIMINATE PRIMARY OBJECTIVE
But it begins to draw up blanks…much to the sniper’s amusement.
NAME: UNKNOWN [QUERYING DATABASE] AFFILIATION: UNKNOWN [QUERYING DATABASE] SECONDARY AND TERTIARY MOTIVE(S): UNKNOWN [ANALYSING] HEARTRATE: UNKNOWN [ANALYSING] BLOOD PRESSURE: UNKNOWN [ANALYSING] BLOOD TYPE: UNKNOWN [QUERYING DATABASE] PHYSICAL LIMITATIONS: UNKNOWN [ANALYSING]
“Interesting. Well, if he’s going to make my job easier…I guess this will be a mutually beneficial relationship…from afar.”
The trophy wife gets cut down by the assailant. Karmakov’s whistle blows, and the assailant approaches two armed guards with semi-automatic pistols, with Karmakov sprinting past. The HUD lights up, forming red diamonds upon the alerted guards. Somehow, the assailant deflects and dodges the bullets with ease, slicing The unalerted guards further down the path are surprisingly unaware of the situation, having yet heard the signal.
“Well…time to intervene. This should be fun.” A grimace streaks across his grievously scarred face.
She switches ammo, changing it from the Exacto to the standard Full Metal Jacket rounds. Taking aim at the three relaxed guards, she aims for their legs. Taking three clean shots, they tumble from the pavement, down the rocky riverbank, into the water. All three guards snap their necks on their abrasive descents, and their yellow diamonds turn white.
“Too bad they WON’T be feeling that in the morning.”
As Karmakov’s whistles a second time, he stumbles to his feet, scrambling to stand up. Clearly, his footwear was not suited for such an occasion. The assailant approaches Karmakov, picking up him with ease by the collar. Tossing Karmakov to a statue of Confucius, Karmakov crawls it. Clearly winded, he tries to grasp onto the statue to prop himself up, but cannot find the strength to.
Magnified by the scope, the silent motion picture unfurls before the sniper’s eyes. Karmakov turning onto his back, the assailant leaning over him, and then…
Lightning strikes Karmakov. The lightning blinds the sniper as the thunder deafens. She collapses from her posture and is In its wake, as the thunder echoes through the skyscrapers of the city, the assailant stands in front of the statue, with a lifeless Karmakov sprawled across the ground. The HUD is overwhelmed with static and with rapid blinking, the sniper regains her eyesight. To her surprise, the assailant disappeared whilst the corpse begins to wither away into black soot.
“Was that lightning summoned? What sort of man is he? And what sort of beef does he have with Karmakov? Whatever the answers are, he’s made my job more…entertaining. Perhaps I should track him down…or I could just let it be.”
As she packs up and prepares to leave…the questions keep repeating in her mind. Perhaps… Nah. She’s done her job. Now the rest of his monstrous lackeys will suffer, and no one else will be the victims of Karmakov Multinational’s “experiments”.
Thank you, dear reader, for reading up to here. This was a fairly overdue and lengthy piece. In addition to relaxing for the Christmas period, and to reward myself for not completely ending my life this year, I’ve kinda left this blog on the backburner.
Nonetheless, I will try to add more to the blog. Here’s to a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!
And as always… DFTBA!