One Shot, Two Kills…By James M.

Abet gulped as he stared at the dead form of his late captain. How could they have seen us? He thought, they had taken extra precautions to blend with their surroundings, the rain of fire couldn’t have reached this far up the battlefield. His fellow snipers slowly turned and looked at the corpse, their faces turning ashen. “Oh god….oh god no…” Abet turned and saw his comrade Sther realize what was happening, Abet and Sther pulled out their pistols and turned around right as a group of Orks jumped out of the trees and assaulted them. One sniper shot an Ork through the forehead with his rifle as its deadly blades found their way through his jugular vein. Abet fired repeatedly taking one, two, three Orks down, but still more came. “..Captain?..........We need you to take out their numbers!.....CAPTAIN!..” the radio crackled and hissed as the informant gurgled his last breath. Abet dropped his rifle jerked out his combat knife covered with a green shiny poison, dodge out of the way of a whirling mass of blades and cleanly impaled the Ork in the middle of its chest, but it turned around and with its eyes full of malice prepared to deliver the final blow. But the Ork’s eye’s suddenly turned pure white as it screamed a inhuman sound, it dropped it’s weapon, sank to it’s knees and began to jerk convulsingly. “Nak daz Dak Stalla iz shut!” One Ork screamed right before Sther’s pistol ripped half of its head off, Abet realized that only he and Sther remained against twelve more Orks, but the horrible beings began to back away from Abet and his glimmering knife, now covered in blood. Abet grinned chillingly as he knew their fear, he threw his knife in a smooth overhand throw and pulled out two more from a concealed location in the small of his back. The knife, spinning wildly, split an Ork’s eye socket in half as Sther shot two more Orks precisely in the temples. Abet hurled his remaining knives and picked up a fallen sniper’s rifle, as the knives found yet another face and a throat he fired a shot through and Ork’s axe-like weapon and into it’s chest. Now only half of the Orks remained and four were already fleeing, Sther had an arm ripped of by some twisted machinery that could be considered a weapon just after he shot another Ork in the stomach. “Shit!” Sther yelled and crumpled to the ground in shock as he was trampled by the last Ork, but the Ork seeing Abet’s probing rifle lifted up Sther as a shield. “Naka az! L’ er yer gunnz,” the distorted fleshy creature demanded, Abet began to lower his rifle but saw Sther slowly shake his head, he was awake! The Ork noticed this and put Sther’s head in front of his own, Sther gasped “..do…it..” Abet cursed him for saying that years after, but he lifted his rifled and fired a shot clean through Sther’s left eyebrow out the back of his head embedding into the mechanical eye of the Ork holding him, the Ork roared with anger threw Sther into a tree, bending it in that direction, and charged at Abet with it’s axe. Abet grolled out of the way of the mad Ork grabbing Sther’s pistol as he rolled and fired three shots, each finding their target with unerring accuracy. One in the left eye, one in the right, and one through the middle of its head hitting the spinal chord connecting to the brain and shutting off the Ork’s life in half a second. Abet struggled to rise, his knees feeling weak as he surveyed his fallen comrades, and his good friend Sther. He picked up Sther’s rifle feeling the gold lining along the barrel, he stopped to look at the Sther family symbol, a hawk holding a gun and a bullet, he named the gun “Hawkeye,” and proceeded to do his duty as he lined up the forehead of an incoming warboss…