//------------------------------// // The Call chapter 1 // Story: The Call // by sjrxbox //------------------------------// The Call “AGH- my back!” Paul whined. “You’ll be fine it’s just two more days till they get here. “John replied” besides don’t those mark twos have that pain relieving system?” “No they don’t” Paul replied flatly. John chuckled” oh yeah that’s the mark three’s.” John responded with a smile. Paul just returned his gaze to the range finder that sat about a foot from his position. “So why are we here again?” Paul asked with a bored tone in his voice. “We’re here to assassinate the rebel general remember?” John replied” We had to sit through that four hour briefing.” “Oh yeah” Paul remembered” But why did we have to be deployed here a week before this guy even drives by?” “They deployed us here so early because they didn’t want any rebel scouts walking in on us, and warning them so they don’t drive by at all.” John explained to his spotter and best friend. “All right then” Paul said with the same tone as earlier” Well I’m going to take a nap wake me up if something blows up wont’cha?” “All right” john said with a sigh and sat and returned his focus to scanning the horizon. The Next Day “Paul get your ass up!” John hissed “Huh wha-“Paul started only to have a hand clamp over his mouth. “Shh, quiet” John whispered” We’ve got some very... colorful movement.” “What do you mean by ‘colorful’ movement?” Paul whispered in reply. “I mean we’ve got a rainbow colored…” John paused” tail I think.” “A rainbow colored tail.?” Paul said with a smirk” Really?” “If you don’t believe me look for yourself.” John said with a motion towards his rifle laying a few feet away. Paul pulled his face up to the scope of the rifle and sure enough he could see a rainbow colored object sticking out, just above a rock about four hundred yards from their location. “All be damned, there is a rainbow colored tail out there.” Paul whispered just loud enough for john to hear him. “What ever it is it’s a threat to our mission and it has to be removed.” John told his partner. “Ok ill get you the stats for the shot” Paul whispered as he slid back to his range locator” ok it’s about four hundred twenty seven yards out, with a wind coming in from the northeast at about seven miles per hour.” “A baby shot then” John said with confidence” ok ill send the shot in thirty seconds.” “Five… Four… Three… Two… One…” A loud bang filled the air as john’s beret 50. Cal’s barrel exploded and the bullet was sent towards its target. The round easily pierced the stone and tore into its target. A rock behind the target was partly covered in a red paint, when the two men heard the screams of pain coming from the area which they shot at. “We need to go down there and see what that was!” Paul said to John as he stood up only to see his partner had already taken off down the hill. The two men reached the rock in seconds stopping on the opposite side as they prepared their pistols to sweep the area and find the target. They could tell that they had hit their target the instant they rounded the corner, the rock behind was covered in a thick layer of blood and… “Feathers?” John said confused. “I’m just as confused as you are” Paul started when they heard a small whimper of come from a small rock outcropping several yards away. They could not see into the small alcove due to the fact there were rocks blocking the view from their angle. “Whoever you are, under that out cropping come out with your hands up or will fill you with lead!” Paul yelled at the alcove. “Why you already have” a feminine voice responded to the statement. “Come out with your hands up” John said calmly “Well I would but since you put that bullet through one of my legs I kind of can’t walk” The voice responded again. “All right I’m coming in” John said with the same calm voice as before As he rounded the corner his eyes were greeted with the site of a cyan blue pony with a gapping bloody hole in her right shoulder. The pony stared at him with a calm expression on her face, but her eyes had the look of pure terror in them. The pony held a nine millimeter pistol in its left hoof and aimed strait at johns head. “What the hell!?!?!” John said nearly screaming the words. “What you looking at?” the pony responded with a sarcastic tone to its voice.