Killing Blind
“Come on, shoot that motherfucker,” the sniper rifle said with its tinny voice.
“No. This is recon only, weren’t you listening during the briefing?” the woman said through gritted teeth. She was looking through the scope, crouching down and peeking through the valley at a meeting place 2 klicks away.
“So what? They’re not the boss of you. Just shoot ‘im. Come on. Shoot ‘im. Shoot ‘im,” Trifle said annoyingly and filled her synced field of view with targeting data and ballistic measurements.
She shushed it. The woman hovered the scope between the two men, who were standing a few meters apart and talking about their deal. The off-road vehicles that had brought them were facing each other, and their security was tense and twitching over their holstered guns. “It hasn’t gone
