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Submitted On Jun6/12 Hits 2637 Summary:
Elexion believes he is a soldier, but nothing more. is that truly all he is?
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What am I? I am but a soldier, meant to fight, to liberate, to conquer, to kill. To battle, plan, assassinate, achieve goals. And, finally, in the end, to win, no matter the cost or the obstacles set before me. because isn’t that what a soldier meant to do?
GY: 6675 AY: 275 EY: 2075
I centered the crosshairs in my scope on the chest of the guard, taking my time, the long barrel of the 50 caliber rifle patiently waiting to speak death for its target. The guard doesn’t notice the tiny red dot of the laser sight slide smoothly up him, stopping over his heart. Then, gently, I tugged the trigger once. The suppressed rifle made only a ‘pffffft!’ not disturbing the night air.
In a guard house half a mile away, a guard put his hand to his chest in surprise, then slouched in his chair.
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GY: 6675 AY: 275 EY: 2075
I centered the crosshairs in my scope on the chest of the guard, taking my time, the long barrel of the 50 caliber rifle patiently waiting to speak death for its target. The guard doesn’t notice the tiny red dot of the laser sight slide smoothly up him, stopping over his heart. Then, gently, I tugged the trigger once. The suppressed rifle made only a ‘pffffft!’ not disturbing the night air.
In a guard house half a mile away, a guard put his hand to his chest in surprise, then slouched in his chair.
&nb...
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