Idiotic place to mount a lookout. Sure, from that height he can see anything approaching from the West, but look at him poncing about up there. Reckon he feels quite safe, far enough behind their barricades to be out of range of our rifles. Probably not even considered what an inviting target he makes for anyone silent enough to slip past their half-asleep sentries.
Took two of those out without drawing either a weapon or a deep breath. Twist and snap, dead. Stupid rebels can’t even defend their own headquarters. This feller, though, he’s going to need a distance kill. I can hardly sneak along the back of a bloody lion, now can I?
Crosshairs on the lion’s ear, first. Up a little and left a smidgen, to get that smug, vacuous face dead centre of the crosshairs. Breathe out and hold, steady as a rock.
I squeeze the trigger.
This is an entry for Angela Goff’s Visdare challenge.
150 words – or less, no erotica or graphic violence.