Jacked Up Part 12
We drove for about an hour and arrived at a secluded estate where Alfonse was waiting for me. As soon as we arrived he led me to a sturdy table and chair. There was a McMillan TAC 50 on the table with a bipod mounted at the front and a noise suppressor, exactly what would be needed at the window.
He pointed to a line of melons in the far distance and told me that they were exactly the distance required and to take my time getting used to the weapon. I firstly stripped and cleaned it, putting it back together with some ultra-light oil. When I looked at the ammunition there was a box of 50 calibre standard rounds and a small box of explosive rounds that you used when you wanted to make a head disappear completely. There was a good scope on the gun and a night scope in a padded box. I dry-fired a couple of times to settle the action and then loaded a standard round before getting comfortable on the chair with the bipod on the table. I picked up a melon in the sights and fired the shot, seeing it hit the ground a couple of feet from the target. Adjusting the sights I fired another round which looked like it hit the melon at the base which made it jump into the air. After a couple of clicks, the third shot blew a second melon off its stand. Just for the experience I loaded an explosive round as I had not had a chance to play with these before. Taking careful aim at another melon I was amazed to see the target disappear in a spray of juice and shredded skin.
I then took off the day scope and set the night scope on the gun, making the same adjustments that I had already proved. With a standard round I lined up another melon through the very strangely coloured lens and made my shot, the target being blasted off its base. All in all, the whole operation only took less than an hour. I stripped the gun again and cleaned the action and barrel before stowing it in a case that looked like a large beauty case, along with the two scopes and the left-over ammunition. Alfonse had a different look in his eyes as gave me a device that looked like a mobile phone along with a pair of blue-tooth buds. He told me to put them in and I would be listening to the secure channel that the watchers were using. I would be able to act when needed while staying cool in my room.
He then told me that the Wellness Spa had been told that I was in a period of grief over the death of a friend and that as far as they were concerned, to leave me alone until I was ready to take part in the activities. I was driven back to the Spa with my new toy beside me on the back seat. My driver carried it up to my room for me and I stowed it in the wardrobe. That afternoon, after a light lunch, I wandered around the resort, looking at the facilities and chatting to a few of the staff while checking the treatments they provided. I let it known that I was not up to taking any for a little while but that I would when I was ready.
I was back in my room when the buds burst into life. I could hear Alfonse saying that the flight would be arriving, from Paris, the following evening and taking off again at midnight for the west coast of the US, via Sydney, Australia. A few minutes after that my room phone buzzed and, when I answered, he told me that the person flying was a Republican Senator with impeccable history who was going to announce that he would be running in the next Presidential election and would likely be the candidate. I knew that he was a moderate that would work with the opposition should he win. I could tell why he was slated for elimination. If we could get him home he would be surrounded by the secret service guys as a candidate.
Alfonse had supplied a pair of binoculars with the gun and I spent some time looking at the target area. I saw the mercenary go out and return, accompanied by the buds reporting the activity and where he went. He had a 4X4 which he parked alongside the house and he seemed quite the gent as he moved, he did move like a cat, though – a rather large cat. That evening a van drew up outside and a guy got out and rang the bell. My target came out and collected a rather hefty backpack from the back of the van and carried it inside the house, the van then driving off with the buds telling me that it was being followed. The package had arrived!
I realised that nothing more would happen tonight so left the buds off to have a good sleep. My dream that night had a melon in my cross hairs which turned into the mercenary just as his head exploded. The next day I dressed in a good skirt and top and put on the buds. I had breakfast and then went to reception to book myself a few treatments to cover the next few days. I stayed in my room for the morning, fending off the maids that wanted to clean my room, and ate a good lunch. In the afternoon I assembled the gun and made sure that it was fully operational. By dinner time nothing had happened so I put the weapon in the bathroom, out of sight, and ordered a light meal to my room, saying that I had a bit of a tummy trouble; something that was quite common among visitors.
When the meal was delivered I told them that I would leave the tray outside the door when I had finished. I made sure the gun was ready and ate. I had just put the tray in the corridor when the buds burst into life. The relative was on his way to work. I made sure that my door was truly locked and also jammed a chair against the knob. Setting up the gun on a table in front of the window it was nice and secure while the barrel did not protrude. I opened the box of standard bullets and put one in the breech. On reflection, I also opened the smaller box of explosive bullets. I then settled down to wait. The sun had gone down so I swapped the scopes and checked the vision. The flag at the house in the valley was hanging limp in the evening light. There was a momentary flare when the front door opened and the mercenary came out with the back-pack carried in his left hand.
I lined him up for the kill but did not pull the trigger as he had stopped and was patting his pockets. He put the pack carefully on the step and went back inside; he must have left his keys! I quickly ejected the standard round and replaced it with an explosive one. When he came back his wife was with him and I fired as he turned to kiss her. It took about six seconds for the bullet to reach my target, the back-pack that was big enough to be an easy shot. As they kissed the front of the building disappeared in a blinding flash of light that flared my sights before the optics stabilised. When I could see again the 4X4 was lying on its side and most of the house had disappeared, along with the loving couple.
I quickly disassembled the gun and stowed it away with the comms device and the binoculars before opening the door of my room and joining the throng of customers and staff that were milling about asking what had happened. Eventually it was decided that there must have been a gas explosion and we returned to our rooms as it did not look like there was any damage to the Spa. When I looked out of my window I could see a beautiful display of various colours of flashing lights. I closed the window and went to bed for a dreamless sleep.
In the morning I went down to breakfast and inquired if all of my treatments were still on. Assured that nothing can disrupt the service I went back to my room to change into the white towelling robe before submitting my body to the most wondrous attention. I had a light lunch and then another four hours of waxing and oiling before dressing for dinner. When I was shown my table, Alfonse was there. He stood and bowed to me, taking my hand and kissing the back of it before allowing the waiter to hold my seat for me. He poured two glasses of wine and proposed a toast “To a perfect lady with a skill that few have as well as a quick mind.” We tapped glasses and drank. I asked what happened last night as the whole resort had been in an uproar.
He said that the authorities had decided that the people in that house had been the victims of an unfortunate accident from a leaking gas line. He then said that the police thought that he had mishandled one of the items that he was famous for and it had been his last mistake. No-one had thought that his death had been carried out by anyone else. He smiled as he gave me a ticket back to the states which was two days away. I said that I would like him to take a bag away for me as, although the contents worked well, I did not need to carry it home with me. After our meal he came up to my room and I handed him the beauty case. Before he left I gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek, saying “Thank you, Alfonse, it is a pity that we had not met in better circumstances.”
He smiled and said “Maybe our paths will cross again without the need for security; I know what you can do and yet I am strangely attracted. I feel like a teenage girl with a crush on the local bully.” At that I gave him another kiss, this time it took a while before we came up for air. He picked up the bag and said “I can’t stay, unfortunately, but you will be in my mind for some time to come. Farewell Tina.” Then he left the room, pulling the door shut behind him. I took off my clothes and went for a shower before going to bed, taking particular care to rub certain parts of my anatomy. I slept like a baby and spent the next day being pampered.
Marianne G 2021
