“ Range is over three hundred.” I muttered to myself, shifting my aim slightly. Just as I said the words, I curled my finger around the trigger, letting the chambered round fly.
Watching through the scope, I saw the bullet impact and knock down a single german soldier. Quickly, the others scrambled to the sides of the road, with one moving the drag the fallen enemy back into cover.
From my perch, I could see much of the damaged town. A significant majority of the buildings had been damaged, with open walls that seemed reminiscent of rotting wounds. It was hard to tell if there was much left within the town. Easily half of it was destroyed, and yet, everyday, I would still wake up in the morning to the crackle of machine gun fire, or the echo of a tank's cannon.
I took, a moment, quickly cycling the weapons action, as I kept an eye on the general position that the germans had retreated to. I watched carefully, waiting to see if one would poke his head out. For the moment nothing. I looked down to the base of the building, seeing the handful of friendly soldiers taking cover there. Slowly, they started working there way forward, moving on the germans position.
I looked back to my scope, watching for movement. As if on cue, I saw a head poke out from the rubble. I immediately shifted my aim, taking a deep breath. Just as my finger hit the trigger, I felt a heavy impact to the back of my head. The impact shifted my aim downwards, causing my shot to impact short of his position. Quickly I retreated, ducking behind the low wall to my left.
Breathing heavily, I removed my helmet. With a quick glance, I could tell immediately what had happened. The helmets paint was missing, and a gash had been left in the back of the metal. There was no doubt in my mind as to the origin of the shot. Some german sniper had managed to identify my position.
Taking a deep breath, I started to run through my situation. I was sitting behind a wall, that had once been part of the fourth floor of the hotel. An artillery shell had partly demolished the building, but the east face was decently intact. There was no ceiling above me, and the door out was on the opposite side of the room. Unfortunately, there was only half a wall behind me. If I made a break for the door, I was dead.
Similarly, I could not hope to wait out the other sniper. He was likely also watching my allied squad, waiting for them to poke out. That meant his forces had free movement at the moment. If they went on the offensive, I would not be able to support. If I got surrounded, I was as good as dead.
It all pointed to only one option. I had to kill their sniper, and then get back to work supporting my allies. The complication was that their sniper knew I was still alive.
Carefully, I re-examined the damage to the back of my helmet. The scratch moved from left to right, with the gash starting slightly higher on the left side then the right side. Combined with what I already knew about the nearby buildings, it gave strong support to the idea that he was currently positioned at a higher elevation. It was good news, but it didn't tell me his precise position. For this to work I would need every detail I could possibly acquire.
Slowly, I took my damaged helmet and held its edges with my finger tips. I made a conscious effort to keep the front of the helmet facing directly towards the wall. Slowly, I lifted it above the damaged wall. As if on cue, a single shot rang out, knocking my helmet and hand back below the wall. With no head inside the helmet, the bullet punched clean through both sides.
I was almost giddy when I noticed that the shot had penetrated cleanly through the back. Turning the helmet in my hands, I lined up the two holes, so that I could look straight through the helmet. It confirmed what I already knew. The shot had been taken from a higher elevation. Beyond the wall, there existed only two buildings, about a block apart from each other, that the shot could have come from.
Checking the angling, it became apparent that the sniper was hiding in the northern building, which sat roughly four hundred yards away. Many times, I had wished that both of the buildings could have been targeted with artillery, but it was not my authority to make that decision.
Slowly, I placed the helmet on the ground, lining up the front with the wall, and making sure it was in roughly the same position as when I had poked it up. Taking my rifle in hand, I cycled the lee-enfields bolt, making sure a round was chambered.
Crouching, I slowly maneuvered into place, with the helmet just in front of me. I made sure to line up the rifle with the bullet holes in the helmet.
“ Above the fourth floor, north building. Range is roughly four hundred yards.” I told myself. Taking one final deep breath, I exhaled, and bolted upright.
Time seemed to slow as I did. I moved my eye to the scope, quickly looking at the opposite building. All my preparation had paid off. In the window of the opposite building, I could just barely see the sun's glint off of his scope.
I took a moment to adjust the angle, before taking the shot. As soon as my finger pulled the trigger, I ducked back down. I was glad I hadn't waited with retreating. A bullet just barely grazed the right side of my head as I ducked back down.
I clenched my teeth, as the skin on my head suddenly felt on fire. Touching the side of my head, I felt the tiny cut and the blood already seeping from it. Taking another deep breath, I popped back out. It was important to confirm I had not missed. If I had, this would be my only opportunity to confirm, while he was busy relocating.
The view I saw through my scope was a sombering one. I saw the rifle dangling from the the window. It was still loosely held in his grasp, but it was obvious he was dead. Even as I watched, his fingers slackened, and the rifle fell to the street below.
I let a heavy sigh escape my lips. I had survived, if only barely. Cycling the bolt on the rifle, I once more peered through the scope, watching the germans position down the street.
I occasionally write short stories, and post them if they survive through editing hell. I do occasionally write NSFW stories, though as it stands im keeping this account SFW only.
Besides short story writing, I also frequently work with 3D printers. Any outstanding models I create will also be posted here.
Otherwise, im your average high school student, albeit with a massive nerd factor.