PART FOUR
Ayame nods, and types for another minute, then turns to the other two. "Alright, final challenge, 7.62 bolt action sniper rifle. Like the other two guns, the maximum number of points will be sixty. We've got five shots in the weapon, plus an additional clip of five. Ten shots for ten targets, three targets at 400 meters, three at 600 meters, and four targets at 800 meters. Each target will pop up one at a time, and you'll have five seconds to hit them . Body shots are worth three points, and head shots are worth six points. With our rotating turns, Stevie is first, then Aaron, then myself." Ayame steps to the side. "When you're ready, Stevie."
"Well lets see, if I use a 7.62 bolt I would not have to worry about too much power, but I would have to worry about the range, I think I could make it work though. I'm good with the current set up."
Stevie picks up a clean and smooth 7.62, grabs two clips and loads it, and walks to the stand, "Ready," Ayame turns on the range and the clock begins. The first of the three in the 400 slot pops up, Stevie aims, takes a deep breath and relaxes, BANG, a head shot, the next pulls up, BANG, body shot, the last pulls up, BANG, "Dammit, I missed!"
The next target in the 600 zone pulls up, BANG, body shot, the next comes up, BANG, another body shot, he reloads and the final pulls up, BANG, head shot. "That's 21 points and 6 shots."
At the 800 mark the first of the four pop up, BNAG, the bullet skids on the ground, the next pulls up, BANG, the bullet skids again, the third pops up, "Aim higher Stevie" BANG, a body shot just below the neck, the final target comes up, BANG, head shot, "That's 30 points."
"Well I have 30 points for that round, your next Aaron, you might have better luck than me."
Clearly at ease he strides over to the sniper and thinks to himself like the most beautiful claymore I wield thee with skill he picks up the sniper and the ammo. He then thinks to himself about his first training mission and how he missed his first shot with a sniper but took the target down when he went to investigate what had made the sand jump. He bows to Ayame " When ever you wish to begin my lady" He turns to the range and sets up in a kneeling position once again putting his weight into the gun and using his other arm to stabilize the rifle by resting it in his elbow crook. The clock began and he softly hummed a nonsensical tune as he enjoyed each shot taking the full five second for each one and knowing to never rush what must be done. The first three almost glide up as if in slow motion Aaron gently puts the cross hairs over each head and fires subsequently all three head head shots land gorgeously. 7 shots left and 18 points, He continues humming as the next three pop up. She lays there on the street body torn mangled the life inside gone twitching she rises now undead brought about by the four legged purple monsters. His first shot is an utter miss he slows his breathing down and refocuses the next one is down with a body shot and the one after follows with a head shot. He begins humming once more 4 shots left 27 points. The last four glide up some where in the back of his mind the buzzer had gone off signaling half time and he ignored it knowing that this delicate art could not be rushed. His targets line up ready to be executed the guns noise is almost drowned out in his unmatched focus BOOooooooom...... BOOOooooooommm...... BOOoooom... BOOOooom...... and four holes appear directly between where the eyes would have been severing the brain and the spinal cord causing instant death had these target been real. Aaron gently stands breaths in deep and says "WOOOOHOOOOO!!!!!!!! AWWWWW YEAAAAH! if my count is correct that's 51" He notices the minor glares he is getting "Okay, I'll shut up now," he mutters with a smile.
Ayame walks up to the booth and lifts the rifle. She looks it up and down for a moment. Hm, very similar to an M24, maybe even a heavily modified Howa M1500. She takes aim, her breathing slowed. She relaxes her thoughts and allows instinct to take over. As the buzzers sounds, she mumbles to herself, "He took his vorpal sword in hand: Long time the manxome foe he sought-" The first targets pop up. Present height, 150cm; target height 172 cm; range 400 meters; velocity 790 m/s; adjusting sights. BANG...BANG...BANG... Three head shots, 18 points. "So rested he by the Tumtum tree, And stood awhile in thought." The next three next targets make their appearance. "And as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame," Present height, 150cm; target height 172 cm; range 600 meters; velocity 790 m/s; adjusting sights. BANG...BANG... two head shots. Ayame quickly reloads and cleans up the third with a body shot, 33 points. "Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came." The next two pop up at the end of the range. "One, two! One, two! and through and through, The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!" Present height, 150cm; target height 172 cm; range 800 meters; velocity 790 m/s; adjusting sights. BANG... body shot. Readjusting sights. BANG... Head shot, 42 points. The final two targets. BANG... another head shot, 48 points. She takes aim at the final target. As she shifts her weight, a sharp pain shoots through her leg. DAMN IT, AXTON! She quickly pushes the pain aside, recalculates her aim and fires. BANG... the last target drops from a head shot. "He left it dead, and with its head, He went galumphing back."
Ayame puts down the rifle, and exhales deeply. She turns towards the others, saying, "That's 54 points. About time I did a decent job." She closes her eyes for moment, then says, "I believe that leaves Stevie with 140 points, Aaron with 144, and myself with 145." She lets out a nervous chuckle, saying, "I guess that makes me the winner, though I hardly think that's fair, considering how close all of our scores are."
Stevie shrugs. "Well, congrats Ayame, I just don't know where I fucked up in this competition. Aaron, prepare to get your check book out, then again, I should be saying that to myself, I did lose in last place."
Ayame nervously scratches her chin. "A-Actually, I have, um, something of a confession to make."
"OH GOD, NOOOO, YOU WANT SOMETHING MORE EXPENSIVE!" Aaron kneels before Ayame. "Hark ye, and slay me now, for I have not the coin with which to provide your worldly wants!!" Aaron looks at Stevie. "Too dramatic?"
Stevie smiles. "I don't think that's what she meant."
Ayame giggles, saying, "No, no, nothing like that. I just failed to mention that the restaurant I wanted to go to...was kinda destroyed a month or so ago during an alien attack."
"Then, wait," Stevie thinks, "well I guess me and Aaron could give you some, SOME of our lunch. Its something right."
"Well, how about you guys owe me a favor that you'll pay me back after the war." Ayame earnestly points her finger at them. "And that means you two can't die, or else you won't be able to pay you r debt."
"And here I was looking forward to getting all fancy," Aaron says, shrugging his shoulders. He sighs. "Fine, I guess, I'll stay alive for your ridiculous favor." Aaron turns to Stevie. "Hey, you ship out soon, yeah? Promise to let me watch your back some time, eh? Until then you'll just have to make do with Ayame." Aaron smiles coyly, then lays his hand flat in between his friends.
Ayame smiles, placing her hand over Aaron's.
"Well, I guess that we are the Three Musketeers." Stevie joins his hand with the others.
"Huzzah! And you know, why not" Aaron says, laughing at Stevie's quip.
Ayame nods. "All for one, and one for all. Just get us three Rapiers, some French lessons, and our own d'Artagnan and we'll be all set."
The three traipse out of the range, quite content and jubilant.