[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Colonel Corbec [b]The Wedding.[/b] “And so, we are here today to bring this two people together. OC Girl, do you take GezaB to be your lawful wedded husband?” Halifax asked, clad in the purple/black robes of a Flood Land Priest. Colonel Corbec, perched on a tree some distance back, angled his SVD Dragunov Sniper Rifle. Hidden in the tree line that overlooked the wedding, he had a good position. The guests and some security were all in the Garden, which had been prepared for the occasion. That said, he couldn’t quite get an angle on Cortana5, but he could tell she was wearing a sweet short skirt. It was almost a shame to kill her. He drifted the barrel. Target lock, the back of Reanimation’s head. He drifted. Target lock, a security guard’s groin. He drifted. Target Lock, Halifax’s right eyeball. He didn’t make a shot, he only wanted to kill Cortana5. Muffin Man One was sitting on the back steps of the Wedding Reception. He was munching on a chocolate chip Muffin and crying into his glass of Whiskey when something hit him. Pyroshark tugged on the Garrotte as the squirming servant tried to break free. But before long, the struggles ceased, and Muffin Man lay still. Pyroshark dragged him away into the shadows. He relieved Muffin Man of his Muffin Inc. uniform and nametag saying: [i]Hi! My name’s Muffin Man One![/i] The perfect disguise. Pyroshark walked calmly into what seemed to be the Kitchen. “Muffin Man! Get on with it! The guests are going to be looking for their food!” Shouted a Chef, looking right at Pyroshark, but for some reason not seeing he wasn’t actually Muffin Man. Maybe it was the nametag, he thought. Pyroshark looked around and spotted a tray full of Muffins, sitting on a work surface, freshly baked. He went to the tray and carefully opened a small container he had hidden on his person. It was entitled: “Teh Mega Haxorz Dust.” As lethal as cyanide, he sprinkled some on one of the Muffins, being careful not to spill the poison everywhere. Pyroshark looked through an open doorway to the Wedding. OC Girl and GezaB had just reached: “You may now kiss the Bride.” He shook his head and picked up the tray, gingerly, he moved towards the cheering guests. Corbec cursed. He had just had a shot when everyone had stood up to clap and cheer for the happily married couple, but before he could decorate the garden with Cortana’s brain, someone had got in the way. He waited a little longer, the guests and the now married couple had congregated at another part of the garden. They either sat on benches or stood and talked. Servants moved amongst them. Grunt Farmer was going into a deep and complicated explanation of farming techniques, Mikethewarrior was being beaten up behind a corner, Ferret was telling a particularly loud joke and-there was Cortana5. He breathed out, and angled towards her head. No crosswind, account for the distance. One shot. Bam. Easy. Pyroshark walked towards where he had spotted Cortana5 last. She was sitting on a garden bench with GezaB and OC Girl, she seemed to be telling OC girl how nice her dress looked. “Your Highness. Would you like a Muffin?” He asked. “Certainly… Muffin Man One.” Said OC Girl, reaching over and taking a Muffin from the tray and reading his nametag. “I don’t know if that’s…” Pyroshark gasped as OC Girl took the poisoned Muffin and had a bite out of it. She gulped down the lethal snack, licking her lips. “Nice?” Asked GezaB. She didn’t reply. “Honey?” OC Girl made a choking noise, clutched her throat and rolled over onto GezaB. “Oh Hell, are you OK? Speak to me!” He pleaded to his writhing wife. She shook for one last time and lay still. “Nooooooooo!!!!1!” Geza cried, holding his dead lover close. Corbec had just got a shot in. “Sorry ma’am, just doing my job.” He said to himself and pulled the trigger-just as Halifax stepped in front of her. “Bloody Hell!” He spat. Pyroshark dropped the Muffins as Halifax dropped onto him. Slowly, he lowered him to the ground, grimly noting the bullet hole near his left armpit. He was already dead, and Pyroshark assumed the bullet had punctured the heart. Accompanied by the sound of GezaB’s wailing, a dozen of Cortana5’s bodyguards jumped in between The Queen and everyone else. “Step back!” One shouted at Pyroshark, kicking him for emphasis. Rubbing his bruised arm, Pyroshark staggered away. He went inside and leant against the Kitchen wall. All this misery. All this suffering. Why was he doing this? He wasn’t hard up for cash. He was a loyal member of The Flood, and he was suddenly ashamed for what he had tried to do. He got out his Mobile Phone and punched in: 01344 777 777. “Hello.” “It’s over. The Flood will never give in to you monsters. Cortana5 lives.” “You traitors! You and Corbec will bleed for this! Mark my words!” The Irate voice on the other end of the phone yelled, and cut off. Pyroshark threw the Phone to the ground and smashed it up with his foot. Corbec leapt down from his position. He went around the back of the tree he had crouched on and opened the zip on his equipment bag. With a speed only granted to those with years of experience, he disassembled his Dragunov Rifle and put the parts into his bag. He closed it up and slung it over his shoulder. No point in trying again here, the security was too alert. He ducked through bushes and jumped fallen logs until he reached the dirt track where his Glacier Blue Audi TT sat patiently. He opened the boot, dropped off his bag and closed the boot up. He went around to the right-hand side of his car and started up the 3.2 Litre Beauty. He roared away, no-one even knowing he was there. [/quote] *Spits out Cough medicine* A wedding.. no man... just NO. [Edited on 10/3/2006]