Blue Wings
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Category:
Drama › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
839
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Teaser for future Chapters
*WARNING* This is just a little episode I imagined happening in future chapters. Reading it will also give you a idea of where the story will go, if previous chapters haven't been too obvious already, so don't read it if you don't want to spoil yourself the full experience.
It was while the training had started proper. They were covering handguns, ('Kind of the workhorse, and very versatile.' he told her) and she was having trouble reloading the small HK P2000K he'd given her to start out. Sometimes she wouldn't push hard enough on the magazine release, then she fumbled with the magazine and it wouldn't go in until the third try. She was starting to get exasperated, clenching the tiny (for him) handgun and looking angrily at it, furious at it for not surrendering to her.
'Hey, take it easy. It's all practise. And we're in no hurry here.' He didn't want her to become discouraged. It was unlikely she would, with the fire burning inside her, but he preferred her well trained before she tried to do anything. 'If we keep practising, soon you'll be able to pull off something like this.' It wasn't a trick he did often, and especially not in battle, but he was proud of it, having invented it in his wildest childhood fantasies. He quick drew his behemoth HK23, made longer by the sound suppresor, took stance, aimed, and squeezed off a round after another, without missing a beat, thirteen quiet whispers. He hit the magazine release and as the magazine started to fall, he tossed the gun upwards, reaching for another magazine with the same hand that held the gun fractions of a second before. Seizing it, he let it hang in the air for a split second as he reached for the gun, and brought it down hard on the new magazine, so fast and accurately that it slid up into place perfectly, the slide moving forward and reloading a fresh round with a tidy nice click, at the same time the empty magazine clattered on the floor. The whole reloading had taken less than a second.
He turned to look at her, suddenly a little self conscious of his impossible little magic trick. She was staring at him, wide eyed, like a little child all over again. 'That was awesome! How could you do that?' she squeaked, now cradling the P2000K like an old friend again. He smiled, relieved his stunt had worked. 'Now, now, a magician never tells his secrets. But one day you'll inherit it from me. ' This caused a little frown on her cute features 'I think we've had enough training for today. Let's clean these girls and then get some ice cream, shall we?' The frown vanished, and she nodded, again smiling brightly. And that, was all he wanted.
It was while the training had started proper. They were covering handguns, ('Kind of the workhorse, and very versatile.' he told her) and she was having trouble reloading the small HK P2000K he'd given her to start out. Sometimes she wouldn't push hard enough on the magazine release, then she fumbled with the magazine and it wouldn't go in until the third try. She was starting to get exasperated, clenching the tiny (for him) handgun and looking angrily at it, furious at it for not surrendering to her.
'Hey, take it easy. It's all practise. And we're in no hurry here.' He didn't want her to become discouraged. It was unlikely she would, with the fire burning inside her, but he preferred her well trained before she tried to do anything. 'If we keep practising, soon you'll be able to pull off something like this.' It wasn't a trick he did often, and especially not in battle, but he was proud of it, having invented it in his wildest childhood fantasies. He quick drew his behemoth HK23, made longer by the sound suppresor, took stance, aimed, and squeezed off a round after another, without missing a beat, thirteen quiet whispers. He hit the magazine release and as the magazine started to fall, he tossed the gun upwards, reaching for another magazine with the same hand that held the gun fractions of a second before. Seizing it, he let it hang in the air for a split second as he reached for the gun, and brought it down hard on the new magazine, so fast and accurately that it slid up into place perfectly, the slide moving forward and reloading a fresh round with a tidy nice click, at the same time the empty magazine clattered on the floor. The whole reloading had taken less than a second.
He turned to look at her, suddenly a little self conscious of his impossible little magic trick. She was staring at him, wide eyed, like a little child all over again. 'That was awesome! How could you do that?' she squeaked, now cradling the P2000K like an old friend again. He smiled, relieved his stunt had worked. 'Now, now, a magician never tells his secrets. But one day you'll inherit it from me. ' This caused a little frown on her cute features 'I think we've had enough training for today. Let's clean these girls and then get some ice cream, shall we?' The frown vanished, and she nodded, again smiling brightly. And that, was all he wanted.