Something Different

Part 3

I catch the key and I smile. I stretch and go to find a map. It's like a wasteland. Mazes of trenches are everywhere, but then there are 4 small houses. I look over the houses and see that one is open. It must be mine. I leave and go to it, but I mistakenly go Sylov's cabin. I try using the key. It doesn't work.

Damn... I knock. "Hello? Anyone in there? Mind letting me in?"

There's no answer. I sigh and go to the map. I facepalm before heading to the right cabin and using the key again. The lock clicks. I walk inside and look around. Its a little place, with a stove, a fridge, and a mini generator. 

I smile and I sit on the ground. Finally...I'm indoors...no more centipedes...

Bullets are heard from some long distance away. I instantly get up and run outside towards the sound of the bullets. I get there and hide before peeking out to see what was happening. Drew, Sylov, and Arthur are firing off into the distance with semi-automatic sniper rifles. I peek over and watch in amazement. I looked out to where they were shooting to see if they were practicing or not. There's a cardboard box that's being tossed here and there, and it is also being torn up into shreds by their precision. I laugh softly to myself and smile. These men were amazing. I was glad to be working with them. I continue watching in amazement. In only a few seconds, the box had become nothing but little pieces. The three reload.

I come down the slope and I give a small whistle to let them know I was there so they didn't shoot me. "Hey. Mind if I watch?"

"We don't care," they said in unison, as Sylov tosses a smaller cardboard box out into range.

I go halfway up the slope before sitting down and watching., chuckling softly about how they spoke in unison. They must've been together for a long time.

They continue for a minute, until getting bored and walking away. I get up and walk over to the guns, not touching them, but examining them. I look back to see if the men are looking, but I turn back before I can see them. I sigh softly, wishing I knew how to fire one of the guns. The guns seemed pretty simplistic; pull the trigger, it fires, though I hadn't known that at that point. Although they seem like pretty strong guns with massive recoil, it seemed like the three had no trouble firing them. I run a hand over the guns, smiling. I look back, feeling someone watching me, and I see Sylov watching me. I look down and step away from the guns before starting to head up the slope.

Someday.

Sylov walks up to me. "Why didn't you use one?"

I stop and look down, a little ashamed. "Well, uh...I never learned how to shoot one of those..."

Sylov smiles, and walks over to the three weapons laying on the ground. They all look different. "Mine is a Dragunov sniper. Classic Russian rifle. Drew uses a L91a1. Very accurate. Arthur uses his favorite SCAR-7 with a variable zoom scope. These are just our long range weapons."

I stare in wonder as I kneel on the ground running my hands along the guns. "They're beautiful...I had a handgun back at home, but I don't think I'd be as accurate as you three." I smile softly as I touch the Dragunov sniper rifle. I stand up and cross my arms, looking at the guns. "Wish I knew how to fire one. I always need a little push when I'm learning. You must know that by now, of course."

"You aim, you pull the trigger. And hope to hell you hit your mark."

"Really?" I look surprised. "Hmm...could I try?"

"You sure? These ones have a hell of a recoil. We have two others that have less recoil."

"I think I can handle it. Those small guns are lot more powerful than the movies show them to be." I smile brightly and blush without my knowledge.