Post by jonathon on Dec 24, 2011 10:25:01 GMT -5
Jackson awoke from the coach and walked over to his closet. He lived in a Farewell Hotel by himself but he was able to tidy up the place to his point of view. He opened the closet door and lifted a hatch on the floor. He grabbed a handle and pulled up a gun rack with many types of sniper rifles. "Come to papa." He pulled the AW50 off the rack and placed it behind him. He grabbed boxes of bullets and stuffed them into a bag and grabbed the AW50 then out the door.
He walked up the stairs until he got to the roof. He placed a bi-pod onto the AW50 and pulled out the stand. The rifle landed on the ground lightly. "There we go," He whispered to himself. He looked through the scoped. His finger wrinkled around the trigger. "Boom." He said to himself and then he pulled the trigger. The door to the stair case slammed shut behind him. He licked his finger and hung it over his head. "Well there is no wind." He said out loud like there was someone behind him. "He got up and turned around, "Hello."
He walked up the stairs until he got to the roof. He placed a bi-pod onto the AW50 and pulled out the stand. The rifle landed on the ground lightly. "There we go," He whispered to himself. He looked through the scoped. His finger wrinkled around the trigger. "Boom." He said to himself and then he pulled the trigger. The door to the stair case slammed shut behind him. He licked his finger and hung it over his head. "Well there is no wind." He said out loud like there was someone behind him. "He got up and turned around, "Hello."