Missing Sniper

Samantha clenched her jaw from the impact of the bullet that hit her and gave a slight nod to the agent waiting for her signal.

“Thank you for that touching monologue, you may die now,” Samantha said with a smirk and watched as Stacey’s eyes widened.

Shots resounded from the second floor and Stacey looked down to see her white sweater get stained a dark shade of crimson. She looked up at the second floor and saw one of Samantha’s agents.

Seeing Stacey frown, Samantha said, “Your backup got taken out a long time ago. I was always one step ahead of you.”

“How?” Stacey gasped, and felt herself swaying.

“Like I said,” Samantha said, “We’ve been watching you for years. I knew exactly how many people you were bringing with today. I even knew where you were placing them.”

At that moment, one of Samantha’s agents said, “We still haven’t found the last sniper.”

“Fvck,” Samantha said under her breath, “Call Ivy, where are the drones?”