Richard John Foster

Loner 2 a Savage Revenge Richard John Foster

Thomas slid a round in the rifle breech and eased the bolt shut. He removed the lens caps from the scope and adopted the sniper's prone position. Left leg extended, right leg slightly bent, arms supported on his elbows. He brought the rifle to his shoulder, tucking the butt next to his cheek and peered through the scope's Mil-DOT reticle at a spot some ten yards beyond his target, where earlier he had tied a brightly coloured ribbon to the lower branch of a young sapling. The ribbon hung motionless, confirming the reading on the WV meter. He brought the rifle down slowly, lining the cross-hairs on Sayyid's head before traversing down past his throat and onto his chest where he held it rock steady. He flicked the safety off and gently touched the trigger; breathed in slowly; held his breath and squeezed smoothly until the rifle kicked back. Milli-seconds later, Mushtaq Sayyid's mutilated body shook like a rag doll from the massive trauma and he dropped down in front of his audience. He died instantly.