Original Work Barry The Fairy.

Barry The Fairy sat in his Toyota 4WD truck, engine idling, and thinking. He had completed all the work on accurizing the old M70 Winchester .30-06 he had found in a pawn shop, had worked up an accurate load for the rifle, and had zeroed the 3X9 scope for 500 yds. Everything was off the shelf, and affordable. Now, it was time to find out if the rifle would perform as needed. Barry needed to succeed in this as he did in other things.

That blasted nickname had haunted him all the way through his school years from 5th grade until he had graduated. His thin 5’5” 150lb frame made him want to prove he was something other than what people thought he was. Barry was not gay, but when the school teacher had insisted he wear red leotards for his part in a play, it had landed him the nickname by one of the bullies, and he was tied to it for life. Unless he could leave the country, which Barry was going to do in two weeks. His parents had passed on, and he had nothing to keep him here, so he was moving up to Colorado. Barry liked to hunt, and he knew there was good hunting there. That was as good a reason as he needed.

Climbing out of the Toyota, Barry pulled out his rifle and removed it from the case and did another quick inspection to see if anything was loose. It all looked fine so Barry removed the old M1 Garand ammo belt loaded with 11 pockets of ammo, buckled it on, grabbed his backpack, and set everything on the ground. Removing the camoflouage netting from the back, he covered the already dull green truck and wiped out any tracks he could find, leaving the immediate area looking unoccupied. Shouldering his equipment, Barry moved away from the truck to a place where he could recheck the zero to be sure it was doing what he needed. At the local range, Barry had zeroed the rifle at 11’’ high at 100 yds since that was the longest range there, and that was all he could do.

After walking a few minutes, he found a valley and began using his range finder to search for a spot 500 yds away on the opposite side. It didn’t take long. Setting up the used camera tripod that he had modified into a sniper’s saddle Barry began making adjustments to the rig so he could comfortably sit behind it and shoot. Here he would “prove” the rifle by establishing the final zero and shooting a nine hole group. His load of 57.1 gr of IMR4350 had gone into a roughly 1.1” group. The velocity of the 168 gr BTSP bullet was just over 2850 fps. It should do the trick.

Carefully scanning the area before he started shooting was something Barry faithfully did. He did not want to scare, injure, of kill an innocent person, so he took his time and did two scans of the area. All clear. Barry loaded the rifle and settled it into the saddle putting the cross hairs onto the small rock he had selected. Once zeroed on that, he would hike across the valley and set up the target he’d brought for the final fine tuning. Adjusting his breathing and calming his mind, Barry began to take up trigger slack when movement flickered in his peripheral vision. “Crap!” He thought.

Removing his finger from the trigger, and engaging the safety, Barry scanned with the rifle scope to see what was going on. What he saw gave him a start. A bound and gagged woman was being pushed down the trail by an armed man. Right behind them were two children in the same condition being pushed and kicked along, with a grown male bound and gagged as the rest, being herded along by six armed men. All the men but one were armed with AK47’s and he only carried a large gold plated automatic pistol. “WTH thought Barry as he watched the procession. They were close enough that at 9X he could easily view their distress thru the rifle scope. Tears were streaming down all the captives faces and all the armed men were laughing and were a cruel faced lot. Barry didn’t like that one bit but sat immobile knowing that movement was the only thing that would betray his presence.

The pitiful procession moved up the trail and over the high ground at the end of the valley and disappeared. Thinking that this was way too severe to ignore, Barry shrugged into the backpack, pulled on his boot covers made from the soles of some military rain boots to obscure his tracks, then grabbed his rifle and began running up the slight grade toward where the party had disappeared.

 

Please, sir? Can we have some more?

 

YES! More please!

 

Reaching the high ground Barry tried to dial 911, but got no signal on his cell phone, which wasn’t a surprise as this area NW Texas was noted for spotty coverage. Not wanting to chance losing contact with the group, Barry set off at a run to the last seen position. Upon arrival, not much trace of them could be found on the rocky ground. Casting about Barry noticed that several stones had been dislodged and were showing the darker side. Following the initial general direction, He saw that they had reached a game trail, and were on the gravel making lots of sign. Hearing a woman’s shriek ahead, Barry broke into a run and sprinted to the high ground slowing just prior to topping the rise. Approaching cautiously, he began to see heads in the distance. With no one watching his direction, Barry crested the ground at a high crawl in time to see the line of people disappear into bend in the trail.

Barry attempted 911 again, but got no results with the bars showing no signal. Disgustedly putting away the phone, he began to run toward the bend in the trail and was soon there. Slowing to a walk, Barry moved into the trees where he could see the trail, but not be easily noticed. After covering a couple of hundred yards he noticed that the trail was dipping again, and found that it ambled thru a park like basin area, following a cliff bottom before climbing out again. There the group had stopped and the men were yelling in Spanish at their captives. Seeing that there was a lot of intervening brush, Barry moved slowly to the south side of the small basin attempting to find a clear line of sight, but still be able to hear what was going on. He was unsuccessful and was forced to move further back and did find a good observation point.Barry then tried his cell phone again, with no luck. “These burner phones are about worthless!” He thought. Moving over a boulder that offered some cover and a good rifle rest if needed, Barry began observation of the group thru the rifle scope. What he saw was chilling.

Pistol Man as Barry thought of him was moving about threatening everyone with a pistol in one hand, and a machete in the other while the other heavily tattooed men watched and laughed. Making false charges, and chops at everyone in the group, he had the children and the woman hysterical. The man was pleading and crying while desperately trying to break his bonds. It wasn’t working Pistol Man grabbed the woman’s hand and dragged her over to the bound man- probably her husband- then began alternately waving her left then right hand in his face while false cutting at her hands. Barry’s range finder read 204 yards. Obviously, the monster was trying to make the husband decide which hand would be removed via the machete. Barry went cold then chambered a round. At this range, if his zero panned out properly, the round would impact about 18” high. Barry had never felt this calm before as he icily lined up the cross hairs about four inches below the man’s belt. He gently squeezed his hand and the trigger broke at a crisp three pounds sending the 168 gr BTSP slug into the man’s spine right between his shoulders.

The slug opened violently inside Pistol Man’s chest and punched out the front spraying blood, heart, and lung matter in a massive gout of red. Pistol Man stood for a brief second immobilized not understanding what had just happened while Barry worked the bolt, swung his sights onto the second man holding a bit lower then sent another slug crashing into the man causing him to fall straight down. Running the bolt while swinging the rifle to his third target, Barry hit him in the head just as the man brought up his AK to shoot the children. The rifle went one way, and the man fell the opposite way.

The rest of the men dropped straight down and went to what concealment and cover they could find, which wasn’t much. One just had to look and Barry hit him just above his left eye removing the entire top of his head in a brilliant spray of red. As the blood and brain matter rained down on Carlos -Pendeja as he was known- panicked and began running back down the trail to their original location. Barry was ready and leading him two body widths squeezed off a round that impacted just above the belt line causing intestines to fall out and Carlos to fall screaming to the ground. Barry reloaded, and knowing that his current zero was too high, readjusted the scope for an 300 yard zero then and searched for anther target.

 

THANK YOU!

 

@jim2 You can't leave it here! There is one more dirtbag still alive! Plus, we need to know what this was all about...

 

More to follow, I just had this short story running in the back of my mind. There are guys out there that can just plain shoot, and I wanted to show what can be done by someone dedicated to the craft but with modest equipment. It ain’t all about the equipment. Plus, I’ve known some Sad Sack looking guys that could shoot like a house on fire, and were so cool under pressure you’d wonder how they do it.

Barry will kill more than six narcos.

Jim

 

"...and were so cool under pressure you’d wonder how they do it."
There is an interview with some of the 'Band of Brothers' soldiers and Shifty said something like, "...some guys can't think while under fire, others can. Luckily, I was one of those." He was talking about how some soldiers did stupid things that got them killed...
I think some of it is training, of course, but most of it I think is the individual. It's just the way they are.

 

Nice start. You have my attention.

Whynot

 

Seeing the boot toe of the last narco sticking out from behind tree, Barry held a little low figuring to skip the round into the jerk’s foot if not hit it directly and gently pulled the trigger. Riding the recoil then running the action Barry’s sight picture came down very close to where he’d aimed. The yelling and swearing indicated a hit, and where a foot had been there was now a blood spray pattern. Smiling with satisfaction, Barry knew that the last man was no longer a threat to the family, and began to police up his brass. Your break dancing days are over Bitch! He thought. Besides not wanting to leave any evidence, it was brand new Winchester brass and could be reloaded several more times. Completing the task he looked where he’d last seen the family and they were gone. Being this far out from civilization, and still tied up things would be rough for them if they weren’t helped.

Barry warily scanned the area for further targets, and finding none, he began moving toward he’d last seen the captive family. Seeing the multitude of scuff marks further up the trail where no narco had went Barry figured rightly that the people would be easily found. Moving at a jog Barry went down the trail following what looked like a trail left by a herd of elephants. Like rat shit in a sugar bowl thought Barry. He found them hiding in a ditch roughly a half mile away attempting to use the rough rocks to saw open the nylon ropes they were tied with.

Pulling his bandana up around his face, Barry stepped out and said “Looks like you folks need a little more help than I was able to offer back there. Hold still and I’ll cut those ropes.” Barry said. Cutting the bindings on the woman and children allowed a tearful group hug accompanied by lots of crying and sobbing. Barry turned to cut the man’s bindings and stopped, not liking the looks of him, with his little voice in the back of his mind telling Barry that he would be attacked as soon as the man was loosed.
“Turn around there buddy so I can see what you’re tied with.” Barry said with a smile.

“Just cut me loose, I’ve got to get out of here fast! I don’t have all day!” The man snarled.

I , not we huh? Barry thought his disdain growing by the second. The SOB has a family here and is worried about himself.

Barry stood there looking at the man, and not liking what he saw. The man was a terrified coward, and looked like a skunk between the eyes as his Grand pappy used to say. Too dangerous to turn my back on thought Barry.

“I can’t do much with you turning and facing me every time I get close. Why don’t you sit still and let me look at those bindings?”

The man turned in exasperation allowing Barry to see that he was secured with hand cuffs. Well I can’t cut these he happily thought knowing that he could open them easily enough.

“Buddy, it looks like they really wanted you secured. Gonna take a little work to get them off. Of course, we could get to town and have the local cops remove them.” Barry innocently offered.

“We don’t need no cops here, and I would think you’d not want them here either after murdering those men!” He screamed. “Find another way!”

The question in his mind as to why the guy was acting like this was answered by the woman. “this is all your fault you f—-ing idiot! You just HAD to try and rip off your drug supplier, everyone knows you don’t steal money from the cartels! What were you thinking, you almost got us all killed or worse!!!” The woman screamed. “I hate you, you stupid #$@*%$!”

This does complicate things. Barry noted. A whole new can of worms I’m involved in. His shootings would have been ok if these had been normal people, but them being involved with the drug trade got some stink on him too. No way would the cops believe he had just happened onto this and was not deeply involved in the drug trade himself. The children complicated things also. He couldn’t just run off and leave them, but every thing he did to help would be considered aiding and abetting at the least, and this loser guy would happily throw him under the bus to make a deal with the law, he wryly thought. Good thing I policed up my brass and used the bandana.

 

“How do I know you aren’t one of them or a competetor? Show your face because I doubt you’re my savior.” The weasel faced man said flatly.

“You don’t Hotshot, and I’m not interested in proving anything to you or anyone else. Were there any more men that brought you here other than the ones I just finished?” Barry asked.

“Why would I tell you anything? You’re probably just checking to see if any money is involved before you shoot me too! Either that, or you’re a cop, and I still ain’t gonna help you out!’

“Leon you idiot! Stop digging us in any deeper, we want out of your mess alive! Mister, there was another SUV full of men that were left behind to guard the vehicles and drugs. With all this shooting, they’re bound to have heard it.” Said the woman.

“What kinda drugs is he involved in?” Asked Barry

“Opioids I just found out! Pure poison! He loses everything gambling, then takes up drug peddling. And if that isn’t enough, he steals drugs and money from his supplier! How could you be so stupid Leon?!”

“Does he have any on him now?”

“Some hidden in our house and car that I know of.”

With the man and woman screaming at each other, Barry went silent for a moment considering the implications of this news, and what he needed to do. It wasn’t pretty, he couldn’t easily get out, and there were innocent children involved. The answer was plain, but he didn’t like to think of it. Making a decision Barry dragged the man to his feet.

“Come on hero, We’re going to save your family. Ma’am, you take the kids and hide in that clump of trees over there and we’ll be back for you.”

“Where are we going? I’m not going anywhere with you!” The man yelled.

“We’re going back to where I saw a piece of metal I can use to get those cuffs off with. Then, we’re going to pick up one of those dropped AKs and you and me are going to deal with the rest of the drug dealing trash if they try to come up the trail. Hope you know how to shoot.”

“I’m not doing any such thing! Let me go!”

“No hero, you and me are going to take care of business.”

Barry had no such thing in mind. He couldn’t take this guy with him and the rest to escape, and he couldn’t up and murder him to keep him silent and not implicate Barry in shooting crimes later. And that is not counting the lying he would be sure to do. No, Barry had other plans for this derilict.

 

Moving down the trail, the scumbag husband kept giving Barry dirty looks, and kept up a running diatribe about how he needed to escape, and what he was going to do to Barry when he got loose. Barry with a firm grip on the man’s left arm dragged and pushed him down the trail toward the location Barry wanted. Reaching the location, Barry had him lean against the cliff face for a moment, and looked at him in disgust.

“Just what is it that leads someone to get involved in drugs, especially the selling part where you take advantage of weak or ignorant, innocent people?”

The sullen man refused to answer Barry, and it didn’t matter anyway. His fate was sealed. Barry dragged him to a small tree on the edge of the clearing, got behind him and hit him right behind his ear knocking him out. Barry then removed one of the handcuff keys taped to the inside of his trouser belt and released one hand. Dragging the body closer, Barry then put the drug peddler’s back against the tree and brought both hands around behind, and reattached the handcuffs. Placing the key into his belt, Barry put on his tactical gloves and went the first man he had shot and went thru his pockets, finding two rolls of 100.00 dollar bills looking like about 10,000.00. Then he moved down the trail to the first rise in the ground and waited. He didn’t have long to wait. At long range, a small flock of birds spooked into the air indicating the presence of a potential threat. With a knowing smile Barry trotted back to where the drug peddler was secured. The man was awake and struggling against the cuffs, and began screaming at Barry to turn him loose while he had the chance.

Angered, Barry got close and looked the man in the eye. “Boy,you are the lowest form of scum on the earth. You’ve ruined lives and probably caused deaths just so you could make some money, and didn’t care, just so long as you could make some money and not have to work to get it. Ruined lives of the users, of their friends and families, and caused probably 90% of the crime the rest of us has to deal with. You’ve selfishly endangered the lives of your wife and children, not to mention me also. Life is all about you and screw everyone else isn’t it? You’ve done all these things and more, and don’t have a thing to show for it. Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

“I don’t answer to you, and you’re no better than I am. You have no right to judge me! You’re a murderer, you’ve killed for money, and just came back here to get it.” Then he spat at Barry but being the foul up he was, missed.

“You know, I’m not a cop, just Joe citizen. And you know what? We’re tired of trash like you getting away with literal murder. Of buying your way out with bribes and crooked lawyers. Of ruining our schools, neighborhoods, and society. Of lying and entrapping other people just so you can get off easy or free. I’m going to give you the judgement you deserve. I’m leaving you here to the tender mercies of your doper buddies. I’m betting it won’t be nice or quick either. I’m also going to help your wife and kids to get away from here and from you.” Waving the wad of money in his face, Barry said. “I’m going to give them this to get started, and whatever happens to you will not be enough, but will have to do.”

Terrified and close to insanity, the man said, “I know you’re going to keep the money and steal my wife. You’re worse than I am, and I’m going to let the cartel guys know where their money and you are!”

Barry didn’t even answer, just turned and trotted up the trail his mind confirmed in his choice of action. The doper was even worse then he’d suspected since he was willing to endanger his family just to get away with his misdeeds. The doper continued yelling threats and insults at Barry until he was out of sight. Barry left the trail and moved into the scrub brush and noticed a game trail and followed it up the rise to near where he had first encountered the family. It kept him out of sight most of the way there, and would give him a getaway edge that might very well be needed.

Moving down past where he had originally entered the game trail, Barry continued down watching for some good observation points. Finding two, one with a large boulder, and another with a large oak tree for cover and concealment, Barry improved the boulder position by moving some rocks and laying grass down in front to keep down the dust signature of his rifle fire. Ranged on the target area then, he settled down to wait after ensuring his rifle magazine was full, and his other ammo secure.

The drug peddlers had heard everything the lone survivor had told them about being ambushed by two or three snipers, and were very careful in moving down the trail to reach the place where the boss might be stuck pinned down or dead. Either way, they had to do something as the big boss would insist in knowing all about it. The jerk made everyone’s life difficult while he whored around wasting a fortune in lavish living.Thought the leader as he followed the blood trail left by his wounded muscle man. Coming to the last bend in the trail the leader motioned his men to stop. He could clearly see one body and two rifles laying on the ground not 100 yards away.

 

Sorry gents, I’m ill and won’t be writing for a few days.

Jim

 

You really need to take better care of yourself, because we, your loyal fans, are depending on you! Seriously, take care and get well soon.

 

Doing a little better, but still not up to par I will attempt to scribble some more.

Barry didn’t have long to wait. The Segundo pushed his men along the trail, and while having hand held radios, relied mostly on hand and arm signals as he had been trained to do in the Mexican army. At times Segundo had to aim his AK at the men to get them moving as none were eager to face their unknown assailants. They were used to have total overwhelming force on their side, and right now they did not. Facing someone that was a skilled killer and willing to fight was an unusual and unwelcome occurrence. They had survived dozens of shoot outs, but it took these guys just a few minutes to wipe out half their number.

Barry watched for their approach and spotted the point man at a bend in the trail about 300 yds away. Slowly and one by one the men passed the small opening on the trail, and he spotted what looked like the team leader at the center of the line. Seven men all armed with AKs, Barry would have to carefully handle the group or he could easily become overwhelmed by numbers. Keep the distance to 100+ yds if at all possible. Barry thought. Too bad the team leader hadn’t been visible for more than 3-4 seconds and moving at that, otherwise Barry could have taken him out first and solved most of his problems. Deal with it! He thought.

Scanning the brush lined trail from his position Barry saw that he had about 200 yds of engagement space until the trail reached the killing ground that their leader had perviously chosen. The sight picture would be very manageable given his zero and the quality of his scope, he wouldn’t even have to use the Mil Dot feature or wind factors as there was hardly any breeze at all. Taking a deep breath, Barry slowly exhaled allowing his entire body to relax lowering blood pressure and slowing heartbeats, and made his mind go blank. He was now at one with his surroundings, and the natural killer inside took over.

The point man came into view of Barry at the same time that he could see the first discarded AK. Not a good sight to the nervous narco, as he carefully edged forward. An outstretched blood covered hand came into view and soon the narco could see the rest of the man laying in the trail with his insides blown out. Not a good sight, and he wondered what kind of weapon could have done that. Having no experience with premium hunting ammo only FMJ military rounds he couldn’t mentally assign the damage done to a standard rifle caliber weapon. Did the gringos have one of those fifty caliber sniper rifles? He shuddered. Darting from tree to tree he moved forward coming to the next body. The head was grotesquely shaped in what the Norte Americanos called a “canoe”. Neither body had been disturbed where they had fallen. No pockets turned wrong side out, weapons and ammunition belts still in place. Trained disciplined men he thought. Not good. Three other bodies were laying in view but in the open, and he dared not approach them. Let Segundo decide this he thought. Pulling his radio he spoke softly. “Jefe, you need to come up here and see this. Move slowly and do not expose yourself. We are dealing with very well trained men.”

“I’m on my way.” Segundo replied. And began slowly and carefully moving up.

Barry could see the point man, even when he used his hand held, but did not want to shoot early and ruin his surprise. Let as many of them get into range as possible, then start killing, leader on down, came the memory of his deceased shooting instructor. Barry felt warm remembering the old veteran. Sniping had been his stock in trade when he was a young man and he had been very good at it. Later, having no family, he had been pleasantly surprised and had welcomed the young Barry when he had sat and listened to all his Vietnam Nam stories. Barry had become his surrogate son and had learned a lot about hunting and sniping from the old guy, and knew he would approve of what he was doing.

 

The Segundo arrived moments later carefully easing up to his point man. He was already grim faced from seeing the first two men lying in the trail. He had seen far worse, but those had been cartel victims and soldatos from rival gangs, not his own men. He was cold and calculating, but seeing his loses accumulate needed to be taken seriously. The traitor and his family along with money and drugs, weapons, and any other evidence needed to be collected or eliminated as required. What to do?

Just as the Segundo decided to have the least valuable team member come up recon the area, and collect the weapons and go thru the dead men’s pockets he heard the voice of someone sobbing. It sounded like a man, but what man would sob like a child? With disgust, he realized exactly who out here would be doing this, that damned sneak thief traitor! Why was he still alive, and where was he? He should have died like the rest when the shooting started. Had he been able to hire some Sicarrios? I’m going to find out!

Looking at his point man The Segundo said, “OK, Raul, go back and bring up that chicken thief Pedro pronto! I’ll have him go out there and find out who the crybaby is, No point in losing another good man when we have a POS like him lounging in the rear.!” Raul grinned and quickly complied dragging along the chicken thief in a few moments. “ Here he is Jefe, I caught him sleeping at the end of the line and bitch slapped him awake,” said Raul with an evil grin. The Segundo jerked the drunk man around to look into his face and spoke with a hiss. “I ought to turn you into a steer for that Pendeja! What kind of man sleeps on the trail knowing that several assasins have killed his compadres? Can you be that stupid?”

“Jefe, it is my day off, and I’ve had too much tequila and pills. I shouldn’t be here, and besides I was dragged back because everyone was called up to deal with this one man the boss caught stealing. It’s not my fault!,” the man whined.

“You worthless dog, get yourself moving and find out who is out there! I want to know what exactly we are facing and I don’t want to lose a good man finding out, so you are elected!,” snapped the Segundo delivering a slap and kick to the cowering man.

Knowing he must produce, the unskilled man moved from cover to cover, what little of it there was. Barry watched as the incompetent man stumbled about seeking whatever he could find in the area. It didn’t take long for him to find the sobbing drug peddler. Keeping his finger off the trigger and the safety on, Barry watched thru the scope to see what the man would do. Looking at him Barry decided that under normal circumstances he wouldn’t be worth a shot, and especially so now as that would prematurely give away his position. There more targets out there, and they were all more dangerous to him than this loser.

The chicken thief quickly spotted the drug peddler tied to a tree, looking like the bait that he was. Slowly looking around the area, he could see no one in the immediate area. Someone could be further out, but the substance addled man could see nor hear anything at all. Carefully moving up, and keeping low to the ground, he approached the tree tied man who was screaming and crying like a tantrum throwing child. Threats, profanity, and begging rained down as the frustrated coward heaped verbal abuse onto the gang member. Putting his hat on a stick the gang member slowly raised it a moved it about. Receiving no fire or attention, the chicken thief lowered the hat and placed it on his head.

From his position Barry had watched the man’s amateurish attempts at a stealthy approach. He had the height advantage, and knew he could shred anyone down there, and almost laughed out loud when the hat was raised much too high on the stick. Man, this guy is an idiot! Is he high?, thought Barry.

Presently, Pedro raised his head for a better look around, and receiving no incoming fire shakily raised to a standing position. No shots! Feeling no fear now he strutted over to where the tree tied gringo was and eyed him for a moment. Looking around nervously, and still seeing nothing, Pedro felt emboldened, and vigorously kicked him several times.

 

Swearing vigorously in Spanish, Pedro began to take his anger and frustration out on the trussed up drug pusher. Pounding and cursing he really got into the swing of things in punishing the man. Then it occurred to the booze addled man that he might be getting into more trouble with his Segundo is he killed or maimed this fool, so he relented.

“You thought you could get away with stealing from us you idiota? Man you caused a lot of trouble to all of us, especially me! I was on my day off and got called in for this crap! I ought to kill you myself, but I think El Jefe will have something better planned for you!” Pedro yelled. “I’m gonna bring him back here, and you can explain yourself to him! I doubt it will do any good though! He laughed.

“No, no, listen to me! That man that killed everyone here is still out there somewhere! He said he was going to rescue my family, but I think he’s still out there, just waiting!” Wailed the man.

Pedro looked around but detected nothing with his booze blurred vision. Barry didn’t move a muscle knowing that the only thing visible of his perch was the muzzle of his rifle. Kicking the doper in the face for lying, Pedro said “Man, you had a good looking woman, I bet that guy has her dress up already! What do you think of that?” Then turned and began his walk back to the Segundo to relay what information he had.

Barry did not have long to wait as a few moments later the new El Jefe arrived doubly angered as he had lost two more of his men to desertion. “Ok you idiot, where are the money and drugs that you stole from us, and where your friends that killed all these men?”The drug peddler responded by screaming about the lone sniper that was responsible for the carnage and that he wasn’t very far away. Which didn’t take in the Segundo’s mind as they were not under fire and there was no other proof of his existence.

What followed wasn’t pretty, and was more than most humans could stand. Utterly revolting in fact. After listening to all he could stand, and knowing that the narcos weren’t going to end any time soon, Barry lined up his sights on the drug peddler’s head and waited until another man was positioned directly in his face, then pulled the trigger. The bullet ploughed through his head and into Pedro’s resulting in a double canoe.

 

El Segundo, having the most presence of mind, and quick reflexes was falling to his right into the rocky ground before he even heard the sound of the shot. Raul hesitated for a moment before he hit the ground in the open, hoping to crawl up to that life saving 6” depression in front of him. He never made it as Barry had time to run the glass smooth bolt and put a round thru the top of his head that traversed his entire torso and exited the right cheek after glancing off the hip bone. The Segundo looked back in time to see the last of the blood gout as the pressure dropped.

Thinking quick, the Segundo knew he had only limited cover in his present position. He had to move and fast as he couldn’t even draw up his legs and protect them. Barry ran the bolt and was preparing to shoot the lower left leg when the man began screaming for covering fire from one of his men he could see but that Barry couldn’t. Barry held his fire, and the unseen man stepped out into view and raised his AK. Seeing nothing, he did a mag dump on the hillside and no rounds came near Barry as he waited topping off his magazine while watching the Segundo scream orders at his men. Almost instantly another narco appeared and leveling his AK began to hose the hillside. Barry shot him in the stomach as the first man was loading another mag into his AK and wouldn’t see Barry fire. Quickly running the bolt Barry shot the second man in the stomach too and he fell to the ground screaming like his companion. The got quite a chorus going here, I wonder if they could cut a record deal? Thought Barry with a cold laugh. Knowing the suffering they had caused he felt no sympathy for them. Hell was going to be a lot worse than this but it was good practice.

Barry resighted on the Segundo as he readied himself to move and placed his hands flat on the ground elbows in the air. Barry shot him in the left knee leaving the leg connected by a few ounces of flesh. The Segundo felt the sledge hammer blow to his knee but nothing else until he looked down at what was left of his leg. He then began an unearthly scream while trying to stop the massive flow of blood and foolishly attempting to rejoin the mostly severed leg parts. The two narcos left saw what had happened then turned tail and ran for all they were worth back down the trail toward the SUVs. Barry watched as the Segundo came to his senses enough to remove his belt and fashion a tourniquet to staunch the blood flow. Well, he ain’t going very far, and will be easy to follow when I get back. Thought Barry. Determined to get the last two narcos before they escaped and let out word of the woman and the two children, Barry set off at a hard run to cut cross country and intercept the two where the trail turned back almost on its self and not that far from where the SUVs were parked.

 

Reaching the switchback Barry positioned himself as best he could in a small depression along side the trail where running water had cut away the hard ground. Checking the visibility of the position, Barry found that only a few juniper limbs needed to be removed and he chopped them away with his KaBar, wiped the blade and stowed the knife away, and set his scope to the lowest power setting as this was going to be close work. Now, when the men reached that portion of the trail where a wide spot existed, Barry would have more time to shoot, leaving less escape time for the two narcos. Hope its enough thought Barry as he settled in.

Barry had been in position only a moment when he heard the men running down the trail toward him. Barry flipped off the safety as the two men came into view and shot the man to his right in the chest. He collapsed to the ground without a sound, and Barry swung his rifle tracking the path of the last man as he turned hard right into the small clearing to escape. The 168 gr. Slug hit him low in the back and dropped him in place. The hard part was over now.

 

Barry walked cross country to the SUV location and found no one there or the near area. Opening up the door he found two duffle bags, one with drugs, and the other holding cash. Inspecting both carefully, he found three tracking devices and removed them, then placed the items in one of the SUVs. Barry returned to his last fight scene, and inspected each man and found both dead. Then he carefully went thru their pockets for whatever cash and hidden weapons they might have. One pocked held a used hypo and Barry avoided that and completed his search. He then examined both AKs and found one cleaner and in better shape than the other. Shouldering the nicer rifle, he fired off a few rounds into a large juniper tree just over 100 yds away. Seeing that he had a decent group, he laid that weapon alongside the drugs and cash then proceeded to spike the other AK barrel with dirt and twigs. Then tied a shoe lace from one of the dead narcos to the trigger and laid the rifle behind a big rock. Pulling the lace he heard a loud bang then examined the destroyed weapon. It was toast. Barry then gathered up all the magazines, stored them with the money and shouldered the load. It wasn’t much of a load so he was able to make good time back up the trail stripping the narcos of weapons and money as he went.

Last of all, was the so called husband to deal with. Cutting the ties, then removing the wallet, Barry lifted the body and carried it over to where two of the bodies lay together, then using one of the AK’s, fired a long burst into the air littering the ground with empties from a third gun. He wiped all the prints from the gun and then placed it in the husbands grip after implanting some finger prints and sweat on the weapon. Satisfied with his work, Barry went over and repositioned Pedro’s body where the husband had been. Surveying the area for mistakes, he saw the severed zip tie and pocketed the item. Then trudged over to his first firing position to check for fired brass and other evidence. Finding none, he picked up his weapons and loot then began the walk up the trail toward the woman and children.