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I crouch in wait, my body tense, coiled and ready to spring. I was given one objective; to kill Him . I spent a lifetime of training for this single job. And now, for the fifth time, He is here. He stands and talks and laughs like the happiest man on earth. Would His countenance change if he knew that in just a few short moments, He will be dead? Perhaps not; he's a narcissistic son of a bachelor with no conscience and no fear. Perhaps that is why the Master wants his dead so badly. He nods his head to the grinning shark-of-a-man who he calls his friend and sets his champagne flute on the table. He straightens his tie and turns his footsteps towards the mark. I move silently, like the shadow that I am. I have no name, no history, no purpose except to kill the Man. The Man moves next to the mark. I wait. He pauses, I can see a glimmer of a smirk curling his lips upwards. He straightens his back, slips his tail coat off. And sidesteps onto the mark. My body reacts b

The Gun fires and the breech opens. My crew mate, Jim, throws the old powder casing out. I lift the projectile from the hoist and place it on the loading tray for the gun. Bill, well he loads a powder case onto it behind my projectile. I pull the lever and the projectile is rammed into the gun and the breach closes. Few seconds later, it fires. Maybe we're firing at aircraft, the gun is aimed up and our turret is rotating. Maybe we're firing at a cruiser, and have to aim high to arch the shells up to hit it. Maybe we're right along side some Jap battleship, punching holes in her side to sink her. Hell if I know. The breech opens and the spent case is removed. I can't hear anything except the thud of guns. I load the projectile, the Mount Captain, an old hard ass sergeant named Gregory is shouting something, not that I can hear him so I assume it ain't towards me. I pull my lever and my wait for the gun to fire. I feel the ship tilt, must be pulling a hard St

“That was weak, are you sure you served in the great war? maybe you were delusional and served in the okay war instead!” I sneered as i stumbled back from being shoved by some brute i was trading barbs with, a childish insult for sure but good enough for my inebriated state. I felt a strong pair of arms wrap around me in a less than friendly hug, my brain one second behind as i realized i forgot about the man’s drinking buddy, the brute snickering as i had undoubtedly fallen into his expertly laid trap. The Brute, a grizzled man with a few scars on his exposed skin took a moment to compose himself, the sounds of Sophie Tucker’s “Some of these days” wafting through the small bar, merriment slowing as more people started to notice the scene.   “I know your type, you’re one of those sailors, thinking you’re all high and mighty for serving your country” the Brute retorted as i struggled against the man holding me, looking up at him and giving him a good natured smile, which he

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 Glowing Sand A cold wind whipped across her face as she ran through the desert, above her Khonsu, the Moon shone brilliantly across the dark sands and illuminated her path towards the distant temple. She had left her royal escort behind, slipping out from the royal yacht and swimming to shore, with luck she would make it to the temple before they discovered her absence. As she approached the Temple she heard a wolf howling in the distance and doubled her pace, a single desert wolf she could handle, but the howl of wolf could be more than a simple beast, her mind darted to the possibility of a signal, someone perhaps had seen her coming? Time, time was running out for her. The Temple was small and low, with rows and rows of statues standing outside, their shadows casting a haunting gloom across the stone steps. Inside the gate a single candle was lit illuminating a dark hallway into the complex. “Sedjet” She whispered, and a small flicker of flame erupted from her fingerti