Gunfire: The Turn
There was shouting behind us, and the sound of hooves on cobbles.
Ryle held a hand to the window. Two fingers. Pause. Five fingers. Five fingers.
Two horsemen. Kill them. Ten seconds to shot window.
I knelt down in the coach, loading the rifle with two quick motions.
Ryle took the coach in a wide left turn, presenting the side - and my field of view - towards the two galloping horse riders.
The gun came up, sights settled on the chest of the first man.
Twist, bolt pull, stop. Cartridge push, bolt push, twist.
I slid the sights left, watching the edge of the next building approaching fast.
The second rider looked left at the falling body of the first.
I inhaled again, working the bolt and inserting the next bullet. Outside, a large sign indicated that we were five docks from the Silver Skies.
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The cold calculations come to life. I can just imagine Cerian watching the whole thing
- #263 Posted 8 years ago
Can't you just?
- #264 Posted 8 years ago
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