• It's 10:00 PM and I have the contact in plain view. I can take the shot. There's nothing stopping me. Nothing but the nagging words in my conscious, You can't do this, HE'S YOUR BOYFRIEND!!! He loves you. You love him! It was enough to make me wanna throw the damn gun away. Shoot a wall instead. Give him a heads up that I was trying to kill him. Give him a chance to run. But no. I had a job to do. I cocked the sniper and zoomed in on Cam's head. One shot, that's all I needed. One clean shot to the head, then run for it. Get back to HQ and debrief to General Matisse. I focused the sniper, my finger bouncing on the trigger. Why is this so damn hard? I ask myself. I couldn't do it. I set the gun beside me, setting the safety. I watch Cam across the street. He's looking around, confused. I had called him 30 minutes earlier, telling him to meet me on the corner of Washington and Brooks Park. I tear up watching him, realizing that I had almost just killed the one guy that I've ever really loved. I stand up, leaving the gun lying in the grass, and emerge from the bushes. I cross the street, the harsh streetight burning my eyes. Cam sees me, and smiles. I wave at him, stepping a little quicker now. Then it happens. I hear the faint muffling of what sounds like an underwater clap. But I know all too well that this sound is a silenced sniper. I didn't even have time to react. The sniper must've been close by. I watch in pure horror as Cam falls to the cold pavement. I run as fast as I can to meet his now lifeless body. As I kneel next to him I look around me, searching for the assasin. I can't see anyone. The park is totally empty. I scream out, the tears leaking out faster than I can control. And right then, I swear to myself, I WILL avenge Cam's death. Even it if I get killed in the process. I just know one thing.
    I kill that sniper first.


    It's 5:00 in the morning...5 in the f-ing morning. And I haven't eaten, slept, or went to the bathroom in about 10 hours now. My eyes are so sore from staring into the computer screen for so long, and my head is hurting from all the information I've looked into. But nothing is getting me any closer to finding that damned sniper. Whoever the hell heis, he's an expert. He hadn't left a trace of anything. There wasn't even any gun residue left over around the area he shot from. I had had my two best colleagues find out the area the sniper shot from, according to the way Cam hit the ground and where the bullet hit him. They gave me a general area, and I had checked it out. And as I just said I couldn't find squat. It was a dead end. I sigh and push back from the screen, defeated.
    "I've never seen you give up on anything, not even...hey!"
    I swivel around in the chair pointing the pistol I had in my lap at the person talking.
    "Now, now darling. I know you're more charming than that. I've seen you give VZ soldiers more manners." The man steps foward out of the shadows that are hiding his face, and I recognize him as Ken Thomas, my younger brother. I roll my eyes and set the gun back on my lap. "What the hell Ken? You scared the s**t out of me!"
    "I could say the same for you. I thought I'd walked into the wrong room. You look like hell!"
    "Well thank you Ken, cause that's just what every girl wants to hear at 5:00 in the morning. You're such a doll." I turn back to the computer to shut it down. Ken doesn't remark back to my comment, which worries me immediately. I turn back to him and stand up.
    "Kenny? What's up? You don't normally show up uninvited."
    "Well," he shuffles his feet, "I heard about, um, Cam. And-"
    "Oh, Ken. You know better than to worry about me. I'm fine."
    Ken looks skeptical.
    "Really, Kenny. I'm fine." But it's a lie and he knows it all too well. I'm not fine, I'm so far away from fine that being fine looks like the best thing in the world to me right now. Ken strokes my cheek with the back of his hand. I knock it away and smile really bright.
    "Now don't go and get all sentimental on me kid! If you're really wanting to help me then you can try and find the b***h who killed Cam. If you can handle that, I assume." I chalenge him. Ken smiles.
    "Little sis, now you know...that's just what I'm good at."
    So I leave him to work. I watch him nervously as the time ticks on. Hours go by before he finds anything, and when he does, it just leads us somewhere completely different in the end. And then, aroung 9:40 that night. We get somewhere.
    "Well, I decided to look into the gun, instead of the owner of the gun," Ken says, "And I've found the only store in the entire country that selld a sniper that can shoot over 500 yards with that kind of presicion. And its a "pawn shop" in Spokane, Washington. It's really a government run millitary arms shop, but the guns are't actually in the shop, they're shipped in from over seas. It's a pretty good hiding spot, which is why it was so hard to find; but everyne makes mistakes, and that's why I did find it." Ken gets up out of the computer chair and stretches like a cat.
    "That and I'm just a diobolical super genius on the verge of finding the cure for world idiotic-ness. So you ready?"
    I was already showered, dressed, and equipped with guns and knifes.
    "Let's get going." I say with a smirk.