Captain Strong looked into the scope.
it was dark
and fucking cold.
He had been in the hills
for months.
Cash and rounds
rice and beans.
He wasn't a millionaire.
He was a groundhog.
"Look!"
Sgt Grey pointed out.
"Yeh man I see him." Strong searched
into the scope.
"Over there too.
How far do you think?"
Burrowed into the hills they waited.
They waited for weeks.
"800 meters...?
maybe more."
Captain Strong slowed his breathing
and steadied his hand.
The rifle had a thick barrel
unusually large.
It was made to reach out.
Reach out and touch some one.
The crystal lens was pure
and his heart was true.
"Yeh there.
And over there."
Grey pointed two more out.
In the distance
a fire goes up.
They have come to burn
Burn the knowledge
down.
But not tonight
Nope.
not tonight
tonight...?
Well tonight
they get recycled.
Captain Strong takes the shot.
"Blamm!"
"You missed Strong
you fuck!
You're 6 meters down!"
Thomas Grey was a ghost.
Sgt. Ghost
Strong click his scope
and set the range.
He knew he was on
and they?
Well..
they were out.
Strong built that hillbilly library
up there in the hills
and he wasn't going to let
these bastards burn it to the ground.
At least not without a fight.
"God damn it Strong!
Make the damn shot!
It took me 2 months
to frame that building.
Make the fucking shot!"
The Ghost was pissed.
"Blamm!!"
the trigger was pulled
the shot rang out
and back into recycling
they went.
One right after another.
