The homicidal recruit is back at CS Central, three-fold. Yep, the Heart of an AWPer, as the author might say, pumps with the dancing blood of fury; a man racing for the entrails scattered across the drab-red landscape filled with horror and partial bodies:
Images crashed into the recruit's mind, overwhelming the joy of killing. He saw his sister, surrounded by three men, trying to fight them off. Rage gripped him and he drew his rifle, marching across the red tarmac to the girl. Reversing his gun he chopped the butt onto the back of the lead terrorist, who was in the process of unbuttoning his trousers. Pointing the rifle between the eyes of the second man, he muttered "Get off her. Now."And that's in the tame aztec one! Honestly, these have never appealed to me. Maybe you're different, sicko!
The terrorist jerked himself away as his companion reached for his rifle. The recruit turned and fired a single shot past the terrorist's head, causing the man to freeze. Licking his lips, the terrorist managed a weak smile. "You want to go first, sure buddy. Go right ahead."
The girl on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably, looked up through tear soaked eyes to her savior. He reached down and pulled her up, then pointed off into the jungle. Blood and mucus running down her face, and her dress torn to shreds, the young girl ran off towards the safety of the trees.
She had almost made it when the single bullet tore between her shoulder blades and exploded her chest outwards. With a sickening crack of breaking ribs her mangled corpse fell to the earth, blood and gore mixing with the wet mulch on the jungle floor.
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