VS.

VS.

Outside the perimeter. Sneaking up from behind. Moving off slowly. Establishing a position across from the target. Bella Voce has only one entrance. My beautiful Blanc happens to be sitting just inside the entrance sipping a glass of rouge. From this distance the markings on the bottle indicate a Chateau Briolé. Arm raises and falls within the eye line of my scope. Crosshairs slowly shift upward. I lock onto the target. Deep Breath. Hold. Fire.

The moonlight illuminates grey with a red hue upon the corner of my dimly lit table as I sip my wine. ‘77 Chateau Briolé. Excellent year. Hints of sage dance with melodies of sweet fruit. As I suspected it wouldn’t be long before my darling Onyx arrives. Handsome and quite foolish. Out a hundred meters off the rear embankment suited up with last year’s excuse for sniper gear. Should be about to shoot… Chink. The Briolé!

Broken. Glass shatters. Miss. She’s out of sight. And I’ll never hear the end of this at dinner. Unseen fragments shoot past my head. Exposed. Scanning the vicinity for cover. About a meter away there’s an opening in the ground. Switching weapons. Aim. Fire across the square as I move. Windows break. Screams release into the night. Quietly rescan the perimeter for lovely Blanc. Nothing. Blindly fire off another few rounds. Crouch. Unmistakable sound. Look up, directly into the barrel of a gun. Too Late.

What a waste! Clumsy Onyx couldn’t hit a fly point-blank. Out the building, firing warning shots past his shoulder. Barely registering he’s been made as I maneuver across the square unhidden. Another round scatters. Hitting windows and somebody’s poodle. Idiot! Circling up behind him, as he fires at shadows. Fool moves right into my gun. Too Late. You owe me a glass of Briolé.

300. revised. Vs. Think Mr. and Mrs. Smith. Why wouldn’t spies have a little fun now and again? It’s a little altered. took a while to find it a better voice. Also, I’m working in a similar vein and have another revision to share soon. This was one of my original ‘300’s. from the first ‘7’. Anyhow… enjoy. m.