Chris Bradford

*Breaching the facility, rifle raised, check every corner, clear, move forward towards the office. repeat for several more rooms, finally i reach the objective. kicking open the door i rase my gun &..... find the target dead, throat slit, propped up in a chair like a mocking note. above i hear a faint shuffle in the vent, a opening too small for me to follow. i growl in frustration* "I am done with this crap"