That was the dumbest assassin she’d ever seen.
I crawled silently across the snowy terrain with my sniper rifle in tow. I heard my target and halted. There she was, looking almost innocent as she foraged for food. My presence unknown, she let her guard down and advanced into the clearing. Now was my chance. I aimed for her head. This villainous traitor would not escape punishment.
Before entering the clearing, she was well aware of the would-be assassin’s location. He had been tracking her from upwind and neglected to take into account her allies.
I wondered for a moment if I should make this execution swift, or if I would find it more satisfying to toy with her before ending this betrayer.
In my hesitation, I left myself vulnerable. A barrage of acorns dropping like missiles followed loud squawking accompanied by frantic wing flaps to my head. I dropped my rifle and scrambled back into the cover of the forest.
I calmed my breathing and peeked out from under a fallen tree to see the winged co-conspirators high-five her furry little mouse paw. I hissed, and my ears twitched uncontrollably.
I growled and cursed them loudly. “I will get you yet, rodent! Your fowl friends won’t always be here to protect you.”
“Arrogant feline!” She shouted. “When will you accept that you cannot win this cat-and-mouse game?”
– Written for Cracked Flash: Year 1, Week 40, Photo and first sentence prompt, “That was the dumbest assassin she’d ever seen.” WC 228.