I look at my target straight into his eyes. He is so smug. But me? I am in a bush, a makeshift sniper post kinda bush, a quarter mile away with ants crawling up my leg.

How long do I have to wait for this shot? Its been nearly 3 hours since I got him in my sights. He hasn’t left them since. But there just had to be a military unit right outside the house. Typical. I have to wait, while he keeps on living.

I’ve been waiting for the order. The order that would end my suffering. Ive been growing impatient. The hell with this.

I took the shot. Yeah, I probably shouldn’t have, but I did. Whats the big deal?

Wait a minute. Whats that? What are they doing? Do they even care?

Put the gun on the ground!

I’ve been surrounded. Three guns pointing at my face, all the while having the one question in my head.

What just happened?

Decoys. God damn decoys.