Death Calls

It was a sunny day with fine and calm winds. The leaves sway calmly, it was a nice day. It was almost a clear sky, the heat emitted from the sun is not that hot as the clouds appears to be few in numbers, causing the heat and light scatter throughout. Ring...Ring...Ring A good-looking man with a cold looking expression, standing still in the shooting field of the training camp, having a gun on the other hand and a phone on the other opposite. His eyes shine possessing both hope and darkness. A great body figure having a lean body, his height is tall and had white skin color. He wore black shirt and tactical gloves, fully exposing his muscles from his shoulders down to his forearms. Tactical gloves on his hands, only showing half of each finger, then wears black pants with matching black shoes. I stopped shooting at the training camp then pick up the phone and answered. "Speak." I said with a cold voice. "Leo, the Agency needs you," Asst. Director replied with the same tone. "How important is it today?" I listened and replied with a cold look in my face already knowing who I was talking to. "Urgent," She replied as she already understood that I knew her. "I see," I responded calmly. "It was nothing personal to me, I was always needed for the sake of the future." I had thought in my mind. "Meet me at the base," She said already knowing that I'll cooperate. "Understood," I responded as I ended the call then placed the phone away. Bang! Bang! Bang! Following shots were heard in the place. Light shined through my gun as I pulled the trigger. Bullets pierced through the wind, shattering it with the bullet's own speed then upon impact, left holes through each target. Continously hitting targets with great accuracy, spent rounds then fell one by one, and smoke rises from my gun. An empty magazine fell as I released it then quickly pulled a loaded mag placed beside me to replace the former, reloading fast as I slide the top of my pistol letting it snap forward, ready to fire once more then I continued. Shooting the targets one by one followed by the melodic gunshots. To me, this is music, an indescribable feeling, a thirst and at the same time a trauma, the music theme in the battlefield! I consumed a lot of time, only enjoying the remaining hours of my vacation. Continuous training is my vacation. I don't know what's comfort nor rest, time is limited...However, progress is limitless. Everyday Death Calls I'm quiet new to making a story so please bear with me, I always start with a prologue. --------- Hope you enjoyed! ^.^ ---------