Post by wildthing on Jul 14, 2007 20:06:23 GMT -5
Brett Roughlin and the word computer geek wouldn't have even fit in the same sentence if the man hadn't been so good with machines. Tall, fit, and most would say handsome, the ex-Army Ranger had been popular in high school, star receiver on the high school football team, and highly trained sniper with the Army Rangers. But he could also hack into just about any system in the world and was hard to beat at surveillance techniques. It had started as a natural understanding of computers and had escalated to him being one of the top minds in the U.S. with a keyboard. They'd wanted to use his computer expertise at CTU when he resigned his commission in the army and he had agreed, on the condition he wasn't stuck at a desk. He could handle himself in the field just fine and he didn't trust just anyone to plant his bugs.
He was new in town and decided that the best way to introduce himself was to dispell a few rumors. The shooting gallery would be a good place to start. Who would expect the new computer geek to be able to shred his target? In the Army Rangers, Brett had done two years as a sniper before they decided his talents with a mouse were more valuable. That's when he'd earned the moniker 'Hotwire.' He would be using his own weapons today. His 'Baby Glock,' the 9mm Glock 26, carried 10 rounds and usually rested in his shoulder holster. It was small, but very deadly. His Glock 39 was carried in a gun case. Larger than the 26, the 39 carried a .45 round and packed a lot of power. It only took one shot with the 39. He carried two of those on a mission. The second, much longer case he carried, held his custom made Sako TRG. A Finnish made sniper rifle that Hotwire could shoot accurately up to 1500 meter with .338 Lapua Magnum ammo.
He flashed his brand new badge to the lady manning the shooting range. He flashed her a smile and recieved a flirtacious grin. At least a new town came with a new set of ladies. He brought his cases over to a bench, grabbed a set of ear covers. He'd want to run the course at some point, but target shooting would suffice for this evening. He didn't bother getting the rifle out. It had such a range that indoor shooting was a waste of time with the sniper rifle. He drew out the Glock 39 and then pulled out several clips. He checked them over and then smoothly slid one into the gun. He secured the ear phones over his head and made his way to the gallery. His frame was loose. You didn't have time to set a position when guys were shooting at you. He raised his gun and quickly fired the ten rounds held in the clip. His hands jumped with the recoil as each bullet sped from the end of the Glock. He released the clip from the pistol and glanced at the target. It looked as though the target had been shot no more than three times, but that was because all ten shots had landed in a inch wide circle in the middle of the target's head. He was a little off. On a good day, he could put every bullet almost exactly through the same hole.
He was new in town and decided that the best way to introduce himself was to dispell a few rumors. The shooting gallery would be a good place to start. Who would expect the new computer geek to be able to shred his target? In the Army Rangers, Brett had done two years as a sniper before they decided his talents with a mouse were more valuable. That's when he'd earned the moniker 'Hotwire.' He would be using his own weapons today. His 'Baby Glock,' the 9mm Glock 26, carried 10 rounds and usually rested in his shoulder holster. It was small, but very deadly. His Glock 39 was carried in a gun case. Larger than the 26, the 39 carried a .45 round and packed a lot of power. It only took one shot with the 39. He carried two of those on a mission. The second, much longer case he carried, held his custom made Sako TRG. A Finnish made sniper rifle that Hotwire could shoot accurately up to 1500 meter with .338 Lapua Magnum ammo.
He flashed his brand new badge to the lady manning the shooting range. He flashed her a smile and recieved a flirtacious grin. At least a new town came with a new set of ladies. He brought his cases over to a bench, grabbed a set of ear covers. He'd want to run the course at some point, but target shooting would suffice for this evening. He didn't bother getting the rifle out. It had such a range that indoor shooting was a waste of time with the sniper rifle. He drew out the Glock 39 and then pulled out several clips. He checked them over and then smoothly slid one into the gun. He secured the ear phones over his head and made his way to the gallery. His frame was loose. You didn't have time to set a position when guys were shooting at you. He raised his gun and quickly fired the ten rounds held in the clip. His hands jumped with the recoil as each bullet sped from the end of the Glock. He released the clip from the pistol and glanced at the target. It looked as though the target had been shot no more than three times, but that was because all ten shots had landed in a inch wide circle in the middle of the target's head. He was a little off. On a good day, he could put every bullet almost exactly through the same hole.