couldn’t afford to be out here on foot with no weapons.
Sidara climbed onto the trailer hitch and pulled herself onto the
side of the Humvee. The door was too heavy to pull open, so she
dropped in through the open passenger’s window. The vehicle was
empty and in shambles. She found a duffle bag and pulled out the
contents. There wasn’t anything in there except BDUs and a pair of
boots. Everything looked like it was too big for her. Sidara threw
the duffel bag to the back of the rig, revealing a military rifle
with a small scope on it. A little more searching turned up an ammo
bag containing fifteen loaded magazines and a twelve-inch knife that
looked like it had come out of the movie Rambo. Sidara pulled the
knife from the sheath exposing a blackened steel blade. Etched in the
steel across the backbone of the knife were letters spelling out
REAPER! Oh, the irony. Sidara slid the knife back in the sheath
clipped it to her belt. She slung the rifle over her shoulder and
threw the ammo bag out of the passenger’s side window. She saw the
bag hit the ground through the windshield giving off a metal twang.
It was a five-minute struggle to work her way out of the Humvee and
back onto solid earth. She laid the rifle on the ground in front of
her, trying to figure out how it worked. She had handled plenty of
firearms in the past, but this one was a little different.
Sidara grabbed a
magazine from the ammo bag and inserted it until she heard a click.
She flipped the safety to fire and stood up. She lifted the rifle up
to her shoulder, and pulled the trigger, waiting for the loud bang.
Sidara was more shocked by the silence when the gun didn't fire. She
pulled the gun away and hit the side of it. Nothing happened. She
inspected the outside of the rifle, finally coming across the
charging handle on the top, just below the sight.
As she pulled the
handle, she felt the spring pulling back, and she knew she had it.
Sidara lifted the M4 to her shoulder again and looked through the
small scope on top. She pointed the rifle at the Plattsburgh 10 miles
sign, and put the red dot in the scope in the middle of the zero on
the 10. She pulled the trigger and the gun went off. To her surprise,
there was very little kick. She lowered the rifle and saw a small
hole in the middle of the zero. A natural! She thought. Sidara
snapped her head around when she heard something rustling just off
the road in the wooded area. She dropped to a knee and brought the M4
up to her shoulder. She watched in silence as the sound grew louder.
Sidara knew it was one of the military soldiers by the camouflage
clothes that were beginning to appear. When the soldier finally
emerged, Sidara could see his skin had started turning gray. His left
eye was missing, and a deep black hole was left in its place. Moans
came in between each snap of the soldier’s teeth. She took in a
deep breath, released half of it, and held the rest. She maneuvered
the red dot on the M4’s scope until it was centered in the black
hole of the soldiers missing eye. Sidara pulled the trigger, and a
single round passed through the eye socket. The head did not explode
like she had imagined it would. A light mist of black spray came out
as he fell over backwards. Sidara rose to her feet and walked over to
the fallen soldier. She gave him a light kick on the leg to provoke a
response. He didn’t move. The soldier was dead.
Sidara searched the
soldier looking for more supplies. She started by removing his
sidearm, a Sig-Sauer 229 with three magazines, each with twelve
rounds. His MOLLE vest was full of large pockets. The first pocket
gave her three more magazines for the M4. Each pocket after,
continued to give up its bounty as she opened them. Sunglasses,
binoculars, an empty canteen, two grenades, a GPS unit, two MREs, a
first-aid kit with quick clot, a multi tool and lastly a second large
knife. Sidara packed all the bounty back in the MOLLE vest and
released the Velcro straps. With a little
Sidara climbed onto the trailer hitch and pulled herself onto the
side of the Humvee. The door was too heavy to pull open, so she
dropped in through the open passenger’s window. The vehicle was
empty and in shambles. She found a duffle bag and pulled out the
contents. There wasn’t anything in there except BDUs and a pair of
boots. Everything looked like it was too big for her. Sidara threw
the duffel bag to the back of the rig, revealing a military rifle
with a small scope on it. A little more searching turned up an ammo
bag containing fifteen loaded magazines and a twelve-inch knife that
looked like it had come out of the movie Rambo. Sidara pulled the
knife from the sheath exposing a blackened steel blade. Etched in the
steel across the backbone of the knife were letters spelling out
REAPER! Oh, the irony. Sidara slid the knife back in the sheath
clipped it to her belt. She slung the rifle over her shoulder and
threw the ammo bag out of the passenger’s side window. She saw the
bag hit the ground through the windshield giving off a metal twang.
It was a five-minute struggle to work her way out of the Humvee and
back onto solid earth. She laid the rifle on the ground in front of
her, trying to figure out how it worked. She had handled plenty of
firearms in the past, but this one was a little different.
Sidara grabbed a
magazine from the ammo bag and inserted it until she heard a click.
She flipped the safety to fire and stood up. She lifted the rifle up
to her shoulder, and pulled the trigger, waiting for the loud bang.
Sidara was more shocked by the silence when the gun didn't fire. She
pulled the gun away and hit the side of it. Nothing happened. She
inspected the outside of the rifle, finally coming across the
charging handle on the top, just below the sight.
As she pulled the
handle, she felt the spring pulling back, and she knew she had it.
Sidara lifted the M4 to her shoulder again and looked through the
small scope on top. She pointed the rifle at the Plattsburgh 10 miles
sign, and put the red dot in the scope in the middle of the zero on
the 10. She pulled the trigger and the gun went off. To her surprise,
there was very little kick. She lowered the rifle and saw a small
hole in the middle of the zero. A natural! She thought. Sidara
snapped her head around when she heard something rustling just off
the road in the wooded area. She dropped to a knee and brought the M4
up to her shoulder. She watched in silence as the sound grew louder.
Sidara knew it was one of the military soldiers by the camouflage
clothes that were beginning to appear. When the soldier finally
emerged, Sidara could see his skin had started turning gray. His left
eye was missing, and a deep black hole was left in its place. Moans
came in between each snap of the soldier’s teeth. She took in a
deep breath, released half of it, and held the rest. She maneuvered
the red dot on the M4’s scope until it was centered in the black
hole of the soldiers missing eye. Sidara pulled the trigger, and a
single round passed through the eye socket. The head did not explode
like she had imagined it would. A light mist of black spray came out
as he fell over backwards. Sidara rose to her feet and walked over to
the fallen soldier. She gave him a light kick on the leg to provoke a
response. He didn’t move. The soldier was dead.
Sidara searched the
soldier looking for more supplies. She started by removing his
sidearm, a Sig-Sauer 229 with three magazines, each with twelve
rounds. His MOLLE vest was full of large pockets. The first pocket
gave her three more magazines for the M4. Each pocket after,
continued to give up its bounty as she opened them. Sunglasses,
binoculars, an empty canteen, two grenades, a GPS unit, two MREs, a
first-aid kit with quick clot, a multi tool and lastly a second large
knife. Sidara packed all the bounty back in the MOLLE vest and
released the Velcro straps. With a little
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