I’m not really much of a marksman. My aim isn’t as steady as I want it but it’s good enough I suppose. Aiming at a rather awkward position doesn’t help either.
There I was lying on my belly on the tiled floor of our living room. It seemed like the target haven’t noticed what it was that I was up to. He has sensed my presence but still oblivious to my purpose.
And then, I raised my weapon.
He had quick reflexes. He gained considerable distance from me before I could even take proper aim. Just like that I had almost lost him. Target: Bravo. Continue reading