for my little friend, I call this ship kawalanurse.it's an au I'm making. enjoy

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I slipped down into the old vent system. I'd been called in to remove a threat. You know that if they call me, the target is trouble. I'm so good at sniping, they just call me 'Sniper'.

Now, I'm kinda stuck. It's a hidden place, sure, But it's gonna take a hell of a lot of work to get out, and it's hard to see my target well. Plus, it stinks. I shoulda never pick his 'corpse shute' to hide in.

My taregt is a man who calls himself 'the medic'. A total phycopath. Kidnaps people, take whatever organs he needs for his 'medicines', places the bodies in the 'rot room', and takes the decayed things to make his poisens. It's sick. But an admirable amout of patiance, too.

A rackit starts up. A familiar voice I can't pin to a face, and someone else. The voice I know is tranna convince the other to join a team of sorts.

"Ah common, Medic, you'll love it! I bat 'em comatose, you get a body for ya freaky shit, an in return you heal the team!"

So the unknown voice is my target... interesting. They aren't in my sight range. So I wait.

My target moves into range. Perfect shot.

...

He's quite adorable.

...

Just pull the trigger dammit.

...

Shot lost. Why did I hesitate. I never hesitate. Hesitation isn't my thing. It ain't his looks, I've shot absolutely stunning lads and lasses.

Why did I hesitate?

The familiar vioce slips into view.

What the hell is Nolen doing here? Don't he know who this phyco is? Medic glances my way.

"Von moment, Scout. I believe zere is an assassin in zhis room." Shit.

Before I can consider an escape plan he's at the tiny vent leading in here.

" Now, do I have to activate zhe grinder? Or vill you come out by yourself, hmm?"

I comply calmly. I've never been caught before. I'm actually quite scared. I manage to drag myself up the shute, having to leave my gun behind. I still have my machete, but I feel vulnerable without my gun. Very vulnerable.

I keep my arms up and head low, useing my hat to shield my face from they're sight.
Nolen makes some stupid remark.

He hasn't realised it's me. Yet.

Medic advances, reaching for my hat. He has a bone saw in his hand. I slide my hand back to my machete, slowly. I feel the teeth of his saw on my arm. A warning. I slowly move my arm away, he keeps the saw there.

I see his fingers on the brim of my hat. Cold air hits my head as he removes it. I tense. Nelon lets out a gasp. He knows who I am now.

"Hmm, so zats who you are. Sniper. Somevon most really vant me dead to call you. To bad zat I caught you, hmm?"

I laugh a little. " Ah have to say, you're the first target I hesitated on. And the first to catch me. Ah would let you go at that, but ah don't think I'll be so lucky."

Nolen is shaking. Not only has he found out I shoot people for a living, he's now watching me, unsure if Medic will kill me.

"On zhe contrary, my friend, if you svear not to tell anyvon my location, and you svear to not attack me zhe instant I move my saw, I vill let you go." He removes my sunglasses, reading my face. I nod at his offer, and he moves the saw.

Nolen whispers "so... no Killing each other?" Medic nods.

Nolen sighs in relief, and returns to bothering Medic. I interject, much to Medic's relief, asking if I can revive my gun, to which he gives a nod. I ask Nolen to help.

I find I'm trusting the phyco. It's disturbing me slightly.