HARD TO GET
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Chapter 7 Seven img
Chapter 8 Eight img
Chapter 9 Nine img
Chapter 10 Ten img
Chapter 11 Eleven img
Chapter 12 Twelve img
Chapter 13 Thirteen img
Chapter 14 Fourteen img
Chapter 15 Fifteen img
Chapter 16 Sixteen img
Chapter 17 Seventeen img
Chapter 18 Eighteen img
Chapter 19 Nineteen img
Chapter 20 Twenty img
Chapter 21 Twenty-one img
Chapter 22 Twenty-two img
Chapter 23 Twenty-three img
Chapter 24 Twenty-four img
Chapter 25 Twenty five. Ashley img
Chapter 26 Twenty-six img
Chapter 27 Twenty-seven. Jace img
Chapter 28 Twenty-eight img
Chapter 29 Twenty-nine img
Chapter 30 Thirty img
Chapter 31 Thirty-one: Ashley img
Chapter 32 Thirty two img
Chapter 33 Thirty-three: Jace img
Chapter 34 Thirty-four img
Chapter 35 Thirty-five img
Chapter 36 Thirty-six img
Chapter 37 Thirty-seven img
Chapter 38 Thirty-eight img
Chapter 39 Thirty-nine img
Chapter 40 Fourty img
Chapter 41 Forty-one img
Chapter 42 Forty-two img
Chapter 43 Fourty-three img
Chapter 44 Forty-four img
Chapter 45 Forty-five img
Chapter 46 Forty-six Ashley img
Chapter 47 Forty-seven: Jace img
Chapter 48 Forty-eight img
Chapter 49 Forty-nine img
Chapter 50 Fifty img
Chapter 51 Fifty-one img
Chapter 52 Fifty-two img
Chapter 53 Fifty-three img
Chapter 54 Fifty-four img
Chapter 55 Fifty-five img
Chapter 56 Fifty-six img
Chapter 57 Fifty-seven img
Chapter 58 Fifty-eight img
Chapter 59 Fifty-nine img
Chapter 60 Sixty img
Chapter 61 Sixty-one img
Chapter 62 Sixty-two img
Chapter 63 Sixty-three img
Chapter 64 Sixty-four img
Chapter 65 Sixty-five: Ashley img
Chapter 66 Sixty-six img
Chapter 67 Sixty-seven img
Chapter 68 Sixty-eight img
Chapter 69 Sixty-nine img
Chapter 70 Seventy img
Chapter 71 Seventy-one img
Chapter 72 Seventy-two: Jace img
Chapter 73 Seventy-three img
Chapter 74 Seventy-four img
Chapter 75 Seventy-five img
Chapter 76 Seventy-six img
Chapter 77 Seventy-seven img
Chapter 78 Seventy-eight img
Chapter 79 Seventy-nine img
Chapter 80 Eighty img
Chapter 81 Eighty-one img
Chapter 82 Eighty-two: Ashley img
Chapter 83 Eighty-three img
Chapter 84 Eighty-four img
Chapter 85 Eighty-five img
Chapter 86 Eighty-six img
Chapter 87 Eighty-seven img
Chapter 88 Eighty-eight img
Chapter 89 Eighty-nine: Jace img
Chapter 90 Ninety img
Chapter 91 Ninety-one img
Chapter 92 Ninety-two img
Chapter 93 Ninety-three img
Chapter 94 Ninetyfour img
Chapter 95 Ninety-five img
Chapter 96 Ninety-six: Ashley img
Chapter 97 Ninety-seven: Jace img
Chapter 98 Ninety-eight img
Chapter 99 Ninety-nine img
Chapter 100 One-hundred (THE END) img
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Chapter 6 Six

Two hours later I was lying flat on my stomach, looking through the eyepiece of my rifle. In the building opposite, I could see five guys fussing around a briefcase. One of them was the undercover cop. Apparently, there were another four guys spread around the building, keeping watch while the deal went down. I didn't need to worry about those four though, the ground team would take them out before they moved in.

My comms unit crackled to life. "We're moving in. Radio silence." This meant that we could hear what was going on with them, but they couldn't hear us unless we buzzed to get their attention. That way we didn't give away their positions.

I glanced at Russell, who was about twenty feet away, mirroring my position and aiming at the building too. "I'll cover the two on the right," I said, signalling with my hand.

"Yeah okay, I'll go left then." He nodded, looking back into his eyepiece.

My comms unit crackled again. "I'm going in," Kurt, one of my more reckless team members, hissed.

"Kurt, just wait. We're not ready, just wait for the signal," Neil replied.

"I can hear someone coming, I need to move in."

"No. Just hold off. Take out who you need to, and wait for the signal. We have an undercover in there," Neil ordered sternly.

I frowned, grinding my teeth as I listened to their exchange. Kurt was always like this; the fucking asshole couldn't take orders.

Through my eyepiece, I watched the room as the sound of shouting and gunfire came through my earpiece. Against orders, Kurt had burst into the room on his own. I tensed, lining up my shot for the guy closest to Kurt, ready to take him down if I needed to. Three of the guys immediately looked around, shocked; they were suits, they had others to do the shooting for them so they just stood there with their hands up innocently. The undercover cop moved to the side, but held his hands up too, playing along until he was arrested like he was supposed to in case the raid went wrong and he needed to stay under. The fifth guy moved quickly, slamming Kurt into the wall making his gun drop from his hand.

"Jace?" Russell shouted, waiting for me to make the call of whether we should take him out.

"Hold," I called, lining up my sight as I frantically searched for a shot that wouldn't hit Kurt. They were scuffling around on the floor rolling over and moving too much. There was no shot.

The three suits ran from the room, grabbing the briefcase, with the undercover hot on their heels. I heard Neil ordering a change of positions so the ground team could pick them up. Somehow the guy grappling with Kurt got the upper hand and grabbed the gun from the floor, standing at the same time as Kurt and pointing the gun at him. I could hear their conversation through my earpiece. The way they were positioned Kurt had his back to me and was blocking my shot to the guy with the gun.

"Motherfucker," the guy spat.

"Just calm down. There are agents all over the building, if you shoot me then you won't make it out of here alive," Kurt stated, holding his hands up in surrender. The guy's eyes flicked around the room quickly, obviously looking for a way out.

"Do you have a shot?" I called to Russell.

"No, I've got nothing. Kurt's in the way."

I pressed the button on my comms unit, calling through to the two other snipers that were three floors down from us. "Steve, Cody, you have a shot?" I asked hopefully. I had a shot, but didn't want to take it; it was straight through the guy's forehead and we should try and go for a body shot if possible. It was better to wound than to kill.

"No nothing," they both replied. Fuck it! "You have anything?" Steve asked.

I swallowed. "I have a kill shot."

Come on, Kurt, step to the right a little. Just move your body. You know we're watching. Move your fucking body out of the way! Kurt was still trying to calm the guy down, but he was just looking more and more stressed with each passing second.

"Let's just go in together. Give me the gun, and it'll be easier for you," Kurt coaxed.

"I can't go inside again, I can't," the guy cried, as he raised the gun again.

I saw the indecision on his face fade as he made up his mind to shoot. His face hardened, and his jaw tightened. Without hesitation, I pulled the trigger on my assault rifle. The shot smashed the window in the building opposite me, shattering glass everywhere. The glass hit the floor a second before the guy's dead body did.

Kurt spun on his heel, looking in our direction gratefully. His face was pale as he ran a hand through his hair. I gritted my teeth as anger built inside me. He was always doing things like this. I'd killed more people because of his stupidity than needed to be dead, and I hated it. I hated to know that I was the one to end someone's life. It played on my mind after – not that anyone knew that, of course, I didn't talk to anyone about my feelings because it was just my job. I was damn good at it too; I was the best long-range shooter, which was why I was chosen to lead and make the decisions. I knew I had done the right thing in shooting, but deep down I knew that if Kurt hadn't moved in early then the rest of the team would have been there to back him up. That guy might not have died today.

"Nice shot," Russell congratulated me, slapping my shoulder as I packed up my gun once we'd been given the all clear from the ground team.

"Thanks." I nodded trying not to show any emotions. I needed a drink. I needed to fuck someone senseless and get wasted so that I could stop thinking about the way the guy's body fell limply to the floor.

Slinging my gun bag over my shoulder, I headed downstairs slowly, knowing I was going to be interviewed over what had happened. There was always an investigation when a kill was involved. Kurt was standing off to one side, smoking and laughing with one of the other team members as if nothing had happened. It may have been bravado on his part, but I saw red. I dropped my bag and grabbed the front of his tactical vest, shoving him roughly against the

side of the car that he was standing next to.

"Fucking dickhead! Why can't you just do as you're damn well ordered for once in your life?" I snapped, as he gripped my wrists and tried to push me off.

"It all worked out in the end, so what's your problem?" he asked breathlessly.

"You're my problem! You're always pulling shit like this. You need to grow the fuck up, or you're going to get yourself killed," I spat, my face inches from his. All I could think about was ramming my fist down his throat and pulling his heart out.

He smiled weakly. "I won't get myself killed, Jace, you're too good at your job."

I pulled back and shoved him away from me, watching as he stumbled and fell onto his butt on the sidewalk.

"Maybe next time I won't have the shot and you'll take one through the forehead just like he did," I retorted, turning and picking up my gun bag. I forced myself to walk away from him before I did something stupid.

The rest of the day passed slowly, I had to fill in a ton of forms and reports stating that I had no other choice but to take the kill shot. Russell and Kurt were interviewed too. Finally, after about two hours of talking, I was dismissed and allowed to go home early while they combined their evidence and then made their decision. I knew I wouldn't be in trouble for it; this was just a formality; a tedious, annoying formality, which, unfortunately, was part of my job all too often.

It was only lunchtime so I decided to go and have a couple of hours sleep so that I could go out tonight and get wasted. I really needed something to take my mind off work, but I didn't have the energy right now for anything physical.

Picking up a girl for random stranger sex was usually my first defence when these feelings started seeping in, but even that didn't appeal to me at the moment. Instead, I went home alone and slumped into my bed without bothering to take off my uniform.

It was at times like this that I wished I had a girl of my own. A girl to ask me what was wrong and let me offload my feelings on to. A girl to hold me, so I could think about anything other than the way the target's eyes went vacant just before he fell to the floor. A girl to just want to be with me for me, instead of the way I looked or because I wore a uniform.

My half-asleep mind wandered to Ashley. I closed my eyes against the afternoon light and imagined how nice it would feel if she were lying next to me,with her arms wrapped around me, whispering that it was alright that I felt guilty inside and telling me that I'd done the right thing. A small amount of the anger and guilt dispersed within me, and I fell asleep with a small smile on my face.

                         

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