"Open fire."
The very moment the order rang in Willy's ears, he followed the standard procedure. His left hand moved up, securing the weapon's barrel in a firm, steady position. Then, his forefinger slipped over the safety, ensuring the gun was ready. Finally, following the slip, Willy's finger moved down the guard of the trigger before slipping inside…
And pulling the trigger down.
Bang.
The automatic rifle shook in Willy's gun as the low-caliber projectile hit the first target.
The victim didn't go flying. He didn't even lose his footing, only as little as stumbling a bit when a series of several bullets shot from all sorts of different angles suddenly found their way to his body.
Willy's target took a step forward, then another… And then suddenly spat out blood and fell down to his knees, dying before his face could even strike the ground.
'Next,' Willy thought, turning his whole body along with his gun.
