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Post by Bishop Samson on Jul 17, 2013 2:37:16 GMT
"Then learn to cope. Separate yourself from the situation and just pull the trigger."
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Post by Noa Clarke on Jul 17, 2013 2:37:36 GMT
"I don't think I can."
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Post by Bishop Samson on Jul 17, 2013 2:40:30 GMT
"Either you do, or you die. In your own words."
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Post by Noa Clarke on Jul 17, 2013 2:41:17 GMT
"They told me that I'd have a chance to get inside the house at 8:10," she told him. "I guess the door will be open for a bit when the father takes out the trash. I have two minutes..."
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Post by Bishop Samson on Jul 17, 2013 2:44:05 GMT
"So, get your ass out of the car and get ready! I can offer a distraction." Bishop said, opening the car door and gesturing for her to get out. The street was all but clear, since it was getting late. Oh, and there was a massive wolf seated on the pavement.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Jul 17, 2013 2:45:00 GMT
She took a deep breath and grabbed the rifle, pulling it onto her back. "O...ok...," she said, giving in. She'd do it, but she wouldn't be happy about it. She figured this would haunt her forever.
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Post by Bishop Samson on Jul 17, 2013 2:48:37 GMT
"Okay, just go in, take out the target, and get out. I can only plausibly distract him for so long." Bishop said, patting her on the back. "You can do this."
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Post by Noa Clarke on Jul 17, 2013 2:52:27 GMT
She didn't make eye contact with him. She moved and crouched behind a bush, and as soon as the father exited to take out the garbage, Noa rushed inside. She took a left immediately and then a right, into the child's bedroom. It was a small room with a bunkbed against the wall. They were sisters, but the innocent one was with relatives, so only the target on the top bunk remained.
She got under the bed. The girl would be coming in soon for her bedtime. Because of the empty bottom bunk, she could ram the weapon up, shift the mattress, and fire. It wouldn't work if the girl was on the bottom bunk, so it would only work while she was away.
And soon, Noa lay there and saw the girl's bare feet, white nightgown partially in view. Ok, so she just had to go up then...
She got onto the lower bunk instead, to sleep in her sister's bed inches above Noa.
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Post by Bishop Samson on Jul 17, 2013 2:54:59 GMT
"Hello? Sir? Yes, sorry to bother you, but I seem to be lost." Bishop hailed the father, putting on a masterful impression of an American accent. Gale moved out of view.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Jul 17, 2013 2:59:21 GMT
Noa would have to wait for the girl to fall to sleep at this point. She could just get out, come at her from the side, and fire. She'd be waiting here for a while, though. She didn't want to wait; she just wanted to pull the trigger and be gone. The more time she spent here, the longer she'd have to consider what she was doing.
She didn't like these thoughts. She was a human, about to take another human's life. A young girl's at that. But if she didn't, someone else would. She'd be losing her life regardless of what Noa did here.
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As she lay there for the next half an hour, waiting to hear the girl not moving anymore, Noa climbed out from under the bed and looked at the small sleeping figure. She had the rifle in hand and lifted it, but her hands trembled. Her eyes started to get wet at the thought of what she was about to do.
Then she lowered it and shook her head. No, she couldn't do it.
She turned and slowly and quietly opened the window, stepping outside. She closed the window behind her and headed back to the car.
She couldn't do it.
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Post by Bishop Samson on Jul 17, 2013 3:03:30 GMT
Bishop was waiting by the car.
"Did you?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Jul 17, 2013 3:04:32 GMT
"I couldn't," she told him, throwing the rifle into the car and slumping against the side.
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Post by Bishop Samson on Jul 17, 2013 3:09:48 GMT
"Understandable. Heavy task for a newbie." Bishop said. He knew he would have to be the one to do this now. If he didn't, then they would send someone else, and both Bishop and Noa would likely lose their jobs, Noa her life. He didn't want to disappoint his father's legacy, and Noa had done nothing to deserve this. "You go home. Get some rest." He grabbed the rifle. "I'll keep an eye on this."
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Post by Noa Clarke on Jul 17, 2013 3:13:45 GMT
"What are you going to do?" she demanded, grabbing his arm.
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Post by Bishop Samson on Jul 17, 2013 3:18:06 GMT
Gale growled, and Bishop yanked his arm away. "If neither of us do it, they send someone else and we lose our jobs, you your life." Bishop growled at her, slinging the gun over his shoulder. "Just go back to the house. I'll be back shortly."
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