Post Sun Aug 23, 2009 11:32 am

Tears of the Angels

*It was a thing of beauty...

The sight picture in the scope of the PSG-1 was simply perfect. The blonde hair of the woman appeared like she was standing right next to Delta Two. The men in the positions of power inside the US Government had grown weary of the New York Senator's 'indiscretions'. She had become what she set out to destroy those four years ago. Now, the very government she had attempted to save was having her assassinated. They had sent the best they had to eliminate her.

And it hadnt taken him long to find her.

Two looked through the scope of his rifle, and gave a final confirmation. He pressed the button to open the comlink on his throat mic, and whispered to his commanders...*


"Viper nest, this is Mamba. We have target confirmation, bearing 2-2-0. The package is on the move. Requesting permission to sink in my fangs, over."

*The earwick crackled to life. The small South American country had allowed the US government to send one of the operators to be sent in, and had given permission to eliminate the woman on their soil. She had wronged them as well, and they wished her as dead as her own governmental agencies.*

:: We copy Mamba. Deliver the bite. ::

*Two's finger moved from the edge of the trigger guard, to the cold metal of the trigger. He felt the surge of adrenaline, the pure rush and excitement of the hunt about to end....

It was then that things went south.*


*A military jeep bearing the markings of the insurgent forces, ones the US had been attempting to eliminate as well, pulled into the small clearing in the valley below the hill where Delta two was taking aim. The woman's aides stood in front of her, and saluted the man who exited the jeep. It was the elusive commander of the insurgents.*

"Viper nest, we have new activity. Transmitting image."

*Two flipped a small switch, and the video feed was sent via satellite to the command center. It showed the Rebel commander, and the handshake, hug, and deep kiss he gave the female senator. It sickened him to see this. It had been less than two months since the inception of the Black Mamba program...a genetic altering of the best the US military had to offer. It combined the DNA and genetic structure of the soldiers who had proven themselves to be the best of the best of the best...giving the 'volunteers' the reactions, eyesight, and agility of a cheetah, leopard, or any other big cat you can think of. It was a highly classified project, one that even the president himself knew nothing of...

Again, the comlink crackled to life.*


:: We are receiving, Mamba. Hold position. ::

*Two moved his finger from the trigger, and placed it again on the guard. If one thing was known about the man, known only to his superiors as Delta Two, it was the fact he never disobeyed a direct order. It would have been easy for him to pick both the senator, and the commander, off with extreme prejudice. In fact, the position they were in, he could have used a single round. He had been ordered to hold his ground, and he would do so. Using the directional microphone, he honed in on the two in the clearing, locked in a passionate embrace. They broke their kiss, and Two heard what he needed to. It was a strange mix of Spanish, Portuguese, and a local dialect that he was unfamiliar with. What he could understand, Two heard a few words about the American president, and the plan to eliminate him.

And the fact the assassin was already in the same town the US President was in.

Sending a final burst communication, Two requested his orders. The comlink again came to life.*


:: Mamba, eliminate targets immediately. We cannot let this opporunity escape our grasp. ::

"Viper nest, we need the information they can provide! Are you positive you wish me to act, over."

:: Copy that, Mamba. Eliminate with extreme prejudice. ::

*Placing his finger on the trigger, Two again prepared to take the shot. Placing the crosshair on the back of the woman's head, and practically counted the blonde hairs. With a light squeeze of the trigger, the silenced PSG-1 erupted, and the bullet flew from the muzzle. Not a moment later, it entered the back of her head, and her face practically exploded as it exited. It then entered the Rebel Commander's face, and as it left HIS head, the back of his skull, followed by bits of brain, and pink mist, (a mixture of cranial material, blood, and skin from both of them) exited.

It was the perfect shot.

And thats when a sharp pain rocked Two's head as he was struck with the butt of a rifle in the back of his head. He had been discovered....*