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Summary: Total AU. Xander is a sniper for the US Army. He’s in the Midwest repaying a debt.

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You Hunt Us? We Hunt You

Title: You Hunt Us? We Hunt You (1/?)

Author: Ed Scott

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who are me.

Summary: Total AU. Xander is a sniper for the US Army. He’s in the Midwest repaying a debt.

Rating: PG

Feedback, It's the coin of the realm.

September 9, 2004

Major Alexander Harris was hiding in the woods of Kansas or wherever the hell he was. The middle States all looked the same to him. Green as far as the eye could see. It was extremely depressing. A friend of his was in trouble and needed someone discretely taken out. With extreme prejudice. Yes, it’s an oxymoron, but that’s the military for you.

Flashback

Lt. Jones was smuggling chemical weapons through DC. He had tried to set up Xander for the thefts, but a Lt. Wesson figured out what he was doing and stopped him. Jones was caught in what he thought was an exposed lethal in the next twenty minutes type virus. Wesson was “interrogating” him.

“You set up Captain Harris just to cover your tracks so you could get away. Didn’t you? DIDN’T YOU? DIDN’T YOU?”

“YES! Now, give me the antidote!” Wesson just looked at the soon to be criminal.

“What antidote? There was no lethal virus. Just something I cooked up on a sting I used in Texas once.”

Almost an hour later, a black car pulled up and four people exited it, three men and a woman. They talked to the Colonel and were pissed when they found out Jarod had left already. The men never made any lewd remarks about the woman, because she reminded them of Xander’s wife when she got upset over something he did.

End Flashback

That was three years ago. Since then, Xander had been promoted to Major. He did so many nearly impossible missions, that he got field promoted a lot. Xander told Wesson that he and his wife owed a lot, within reason, to the Lieutenant. Jarod told Xander he didn’t need to do anything. He didn’t know Xander that well.

During all that time, Xander found out all about the four people looking for his savior. If he ever ran into the woman again, he’d let his goddess deal with her. Hopefully in a tub of jell-o. The man was different. He was a sadistic bastard, cool and cunning and able to escape being shot point blank.

There was his target. That arrogant bastard thought he was the most dangerous thing in the world when he looked for Lt. Wesson. He didn’t seem to care that he was outgunned.

The guy wasn’t that hard to find. How many corporate guys in Delaware have 9 fingers? There was a lot of prep work in getting to the man. First off, Xander needed a truck to blend in. With the tires that are customary for this part of the country. Xander had access to all the ammunition he would ever need. To get the correct ammo, he went into a sporting goods shop to ask for directions.

With the ammo in check, Xander knew of the farm house Mr. Lyle uses and just waited. Military intelligence, as good as it would ever get, informed Xander that Lyle goes to a cabin once a year to unwind. It was getting that close to the time when Lyle would show up for his vacation. Xander knew exactly when he would be there when he got an anonymous e mail a week ago.

Two nights later, a car pulled up to the farm house Xander was staking out. Using the night vision goggles, Xander identified his target. He seemed to be taking his time, not worrying about anything. Xander just looked through his scope and relaxed. He remembered his sniper training. Nothing exists except the target. When you get a shot, take it.

Xander aimed right at Lyle’s head. He squeezed the trigger. The bullet went true on it’s course. Lyle bent down to tie his shoe at the same moment that Xander fired. When the glass of the house broke, Lyle hid behind the car.

“So much for a hunting accident.” Xander grabbed one of his grenades, pulled the pin and threw it over the car. When the egg exploded, Lyle went flying. Xander ran to the body to finish him off permanently. He didn’t know how much time he had until others arrived, so he was in a bit of a rush.

Lyle was gasping for air as his body was a mangled mess. Blood and shell fragments were everywhere. He tried crawling for a place to hide when he heard someone running towards him. ‘If only I could hide long enough for the sweepers to get there, I’ll be fine.’ His luck ran out.

He was shot in the back of his left leg. “AHHHHHHH! I can offer you money for you not to kill me.” Xander flipped him over onto his back. When Lyle saw who his attacker was, he was stunned. “I know you, don’t I?”

“Three years, asshole. You ready to die?”

“I can offer you anything you want.”

“Forget it. You are simply a message to be sent to your employers.”

“What message is that?”

“Forget Jarod exists.” With that, Xander aimed his rifle at Lyle’s head and put a bullet into it. He followed up with shots to his heart, both lungs and groin. “You lose.“ Xander left a note on the windshield of Lyle’s car. Fifteen seconds later, Xander vanished into the woods. Never to be seen or heard from until he made it to his truck five miles away. There were no clues anywhere. Xander was the best at his job.

“You Hunt Us? We Hunt You.” Was all Xander said on his trip. When the sweeper team finally arrived, they couldn’t believe the carnage they saw. Lyle riddled with bullet holes. An exploded hand grenade and a note behind a windshield wiper. The leader picked it up and called Mr. Parker.

“Report.”

“Mr. Lyle is dead, sir. He’d been shot in the head, chest and groin. There’s also evidence of an exploded hand grenade. Whoever killed him knew what they were doing. There are no tracks of any kind leading into or out of the area except the dirt road we used.”

“Anything else?”

“Yes, sir. A note.”

To Mr. P and Mr. R,

Leave Jarod alone. Or Else.
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