Child of the Order #9

Shonda drew in a breath to steady herself, closed her eyes for a moment, and pictured the shot. Her gun raised to her right shoulder, the moment of anticipation as she squeezed the trigger, the shocked expression on Alpha's face, and it would all be over. Johnson would not die in vain. One shot was all she needed. Shonda's thumb found the toggle and switched her rifle to the single shot setting. It was her time now. This was the reason she was part of the team. She was the marksman. She always made the shot under pressure. One shot.