WARGAMES: FAN FICTION

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Eroded watched the road from behind the crumbling fence. It was late afternoon, the sun was high in the sky and sweat was pouring down his face but he didn’t raise a hand to wipe it off. He had the rifle sights glued to his eyes and he didn’t want to miss the shot. His hand squeezed the rifle grip and released as he tried to ease the tension in his fingers. He had been on that spot for five hours already. He could no longer feel from his knees down.

From the corner of his eyes, he saw a fire ant creep towards him, unwary of the heavy caliber rifle that stood in its path. An engine coughed in a distance and Eroded focused on the road. It was a truck, painted sickly yellow and green, on the body of the truck were the words; Lemons and Crickets: Clowns For Hire.This was it, he thought.

He adjusted the rifle sights and watched the grass before him, in order to pinpoint the wind velocity and direction. Satisfied, he watched as the truck coughed and chortled its way towards him. Just before it got to the point he had picked for the shot, the truck gave a groan and creaked to a stop. Smoke and dust swirled around the truck for some minutes, then the door open and an orange shoe stepped out.

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The man who came out was tall and lanky. He had greasy hair that clung to his scalp like wet chicken feathers. His suit was orange too and damp with sweat. He walked away from the car and faced the valley. He stood staring at the green rolling land that dipped into the distance, then he unzipped his fly and began to urinate. When he was done, he wiped his hand on his suit then dipped his hand into his pocket. He turned to face the car and started walking towards it. From his pocket came a pack of cigarette and a lighter, he lit the cigarette and looked up.

Eroded fell back on his ass as he saw the man’s eyes catch his own from the distance. How had he been made? The fence covered him quite well. He had covered the gun with twigs and grass; not even the muzzle was visible. He got back to his knees and peered through the gun’s sights to be sure. He could no longer find the man. He swung about trying to locate him but he saw nothing, he turned as he heard a whistle, then a rocket careened into the fence and everything went dark.

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Lemony dusted his palms and smiled. He dragged on his cigarette and picked his phone from out of his pocket, he dialed a number then nodded as the person on the other end picked up;

“It is done. The bearded one is down. Who is next?”

“Did you confirm the kill? He has been known to survive odds stacked against him.” The lady on the other end replied.

“M31, your job is to move this game along, not tell me what I did or did not do. If you feel like getting your pretty face shot up, then please join up. Who is the next target please?”

“Okay. Your next target is one of the big guns. Do you think you are ready to handle a whale?” she asked.

“Tell me who he or she is? I will put a new pair of lips on for him or her and they will smile just fine.”

“Acid, he is your next target.”The line went dead.

Lemony cursed and spat then he walked to his truck. He opened the door, entered and started the engine. As he turned the truck around, a flash of light caught his attention and he turned to where Eroded had been earlier but he saw nothing. he studied the spot for some minutes, then he revved the engine and drove away.

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Eroded watched the truck leave. He had made a mistake. He looked at his injured leg and moaned. He picked his phone from where it had fallen among the leaves and dialed a number;

“Saywha, Lemony got me. I need a passport and 200 steem.”

“Just like that? Come on Eroded, working with you has never been fun. You always seem to know how to find trouble, dude.” He replied.

“Come on… I need to lay low for a bit. I need to fix myself. Right now I am a sitting duck for anyone in the game.”

“Alright, alright… meet me up at the Isle. I will hook you up.” He replied and the line went dead.

Eroded sighed as he broke his gun down; another day in the danger zone.

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©warpedpoetic, 2018.

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