"I have them in my sights" Said Derek as he applied pressure to the trigger. He knew he shouldn't kill her, but he had to save his brother.
Derek Letharo was a thirteen year-old marksman. He was raised by his father's freind, Mer'dok Allom. He was an older fellow, never told how old her realy was but he died from natural causes.
"Would you like me to neutralize the target?" Derek said into his Walkie-Talkie.
"No..." Said a deep voice from the other side of the 2-way.
"Why not?" Said Derek with anger in his voice. "I came here all the way from earth, now tell me, why the hell cant i neutralize the target?"
"Because you are the target..."
Just then Derek's life flashed before his eyes.
*Next chapter coming soon*
