I gave Keaton a swift kick to the torso knocking him down. "Damn Rookie...you take SD classes or what?" He asked me as I helped him out. "My mom used to take me to body combat to get in shape. I kept a few things in mind." I answered as I stepped out of our ring. It sat in the middle of what we called the wolves den. All of our workout equipment, the hot ring, and our armory all the way in the bottom left corner from the door was there. "Hey Rookie! Keaton! We got a call. Public pool shooting. Our boys in blue got him cornered, but he's pinning them with automatic gunfire." Hammer said gearing up. I looked at Keaton "looks like we're rolling out. You watch that arm out there Keaton." I joked walking to the locker room. I went to my locker, and started gearing up. "We rolling in hot sarge?" Private Jacob Harvey asked. Brooklyn looked at him "the suspect has a military class assault rifle with FMJ rounds. It's fully auto, and he's killed three boys in blue and holding infants hostage. I'll pay whoever drops him." She said with evident anger lining her voice like poison on a dagger. Brooklyn always had a soft spot for children, and the blues. "Ok. We're rolling out in five!" Hammer called out walking out of the locker room. I finished gearing up, and jogged out. After about ten minutes we we're rolling out. Our van rolled to a stop, and immediately I heard gunfire. I heard bullets hit and ricochet off of the van. "Echo Two! We need extended cover!" I yelled. Hammer nodded and left his seat. He opened the back, and grabbed his shield. He stepped out, and immediately took a hailstorm of bullets. They finally stopped, and Hammer gave an all clear signal. We filed out of the van, and joined the blues by the line of police cars. I set up my MP5 on the trunk of a car. Hammer got behind the car next to me. "What we looking at Echo Five?" Keaton asked. "I count five hostages close. Two kids. Ten to the left, twelve in the pool, and four to the right. I see five- no seven bodies." I said. "Eyes on target?" Brooklyn asked getting her gun on the hood of the car. "Yes. However the bars are blocking any clear shot. I can try to hit him, but if I miss he will take more people out." I answered. "Echo Four. Grab the rifle from the van. Echo Five I saw your score reports on shooting ranges. Ten out of ten. You take the shot if we need." She ordered. I followed Private Luke Perez to the van. He steeped in quickly, and came back out with a Remington 700 rifle. "Alright Luke. You're with me." I said. I looked around, and saw a building overlooking the pool. I signaled a count of three. Three. Two. One. We ran quickly. A few bullets got close. I could hear them rip through the air, and whistle past. We got into cover. "You hit?" Luke asked. I held my MP5 close and shook my head. "You?" I asked worried. "Nah. Just shook." He answered. I walked to our target building. We walked through calming workers down as we moved through. We moved to a window, and set up the rifle. "Echo Four. Spot me." I said going to the rifle. He pulled out some binoculars, and knelt next to me. "Suspects wearing a red jacket, blue jeans, and black boots." Luke said. "Confirmed Echo Four." I said putting him in my crosshairs. "I have a clear shot. I can clean his skull, hit the grass, and the blues can move in quickly." I said. "Copy that." Luke got on his radio "Echo Actual, this is Echo Four. We have a clear shot on the suspect. Move in when the suspect drops." He continued. "Copy that Echo Four." Brooklyn answered back over the radio. I kept my scope steady. One shot. One bullet to end a life. I had the power of god in my hand. I took a deep breath and steadied my breathing. I kept my finger on the trigger. "Markers good. Take the shot." Luke said. I pulled the trigger. The kick hit hard, but I took it. I watched the suspect fall in an instant, and my SWAT unit and the blues move in. "Suspect is down. Good shot Echo Five." Brooklyn said over the radio. I picked up the rifle, and walked out of the building with Luke. We walked back to the police line, and waited. Brooklyn walked out, and gave me a fifty dollar bill. "Here ya go kid. The going rate for cop killers." She said. "I can't take this. I'm just doing my job." I answered back. "Seriously take it. Not only did you earn it we're heading to a bar tonight, and rookie pays on their first trip." She answered smiling. I smiled a bit, and nodded. "Alright! Echo Two! Let's roll out!" Brooklyn ordered. The team filed into the van, got in their seats, and started talking about today's mission. I put the rifle back where it belonged, and sat down. I took deep breaths trying not to break down. "Hey rookie. That was a clean shot. Where'd you learn that?" Keaton asked. "My grandfather took me to a range when I was ten. Shot a .22. I missed the bullseye one hundred and ninety six times out of two hundred rounds. They were close, but not close enough. I practiced accuracy more and more. I took a evaluation every year. Five years later I hit one hundred and fifty bullets out of two hundred rounds." I answered remembering my childhood. "Jesus. You hear that Brook? Rookies an ace marksman." Hammer joked. We laughed a bit, and headed back to SWAT HQ. I held my gun close, and listened to the hum of the engine as we drove through the city.