Let’s call this story “The Rabbit’s Last Stand”-adjacent. It pertains to the world, but maybe not the story. So here is my little digression while I get the longer story together. PART TWO and PART THREE are available too!
Once Doug finished disassembling his Nemesis rifle and packing it into his case, he sat down on the rough fabric chair in his hotel room. His back was already hurting.
He’d scored well enough on the ranges, spent years practicing. It was finally time to enter his new career. He’d always wanted to be an assassin. It was something he’d dreamt of since he was a child. He’d never had any problems hurting things.