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About Last Night - Training Day

“I’ll kill the bitch!”


I took a steadying breath and thumbed the A-R I held across my chest to single shot.

“There’s no reason for that,” I said calmly. 


My back was against the wall, but I could almost see around the corner. They would be shaking - him with rage and her with fear. It’d be a tough shot.


“Walk away, Maxwell, and she’ll walk away!”


“Let her go and we’ll all walk away,” I said calmly.


“Never happen!” he shouted back.


I shook my head and took another breath. Raising the rifle to my shoulder, I sighted through the night vision scope in the darkness. I ran through the rest in my head. 


Step. Pivot. Sight. Fire.

Step. Pivot. Sight. Fire.

Step. Pivot. Sight. Fire.


“Last chance, let her go!” I called back.


The woman screamed.


I stepped, pivoted, sighted, and fired.


She screamed again, and I scanned the ground with the scope.


I saw a raised arm and squeezed off another shot.


She screamed again.


“Lights on!” A disembodied voice called from behind me.


My heart beat in my ears six more times before I managed a breath.


“Outstanding work, Cadet Maxwell,” Sgt. Connelly, my tactics training instructor said as he approached. “Textbook execution.”


I watched the guy in the hardsuit shake off the rubber bullet impacts and the woman collecting her gear from a nearby table.


Just another day at the academy…

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