Shawn Ballanger

Reprisal and Retribution Shawn Ballanger

It was go time. I opened up my eyes and waited that split second for them to adjust. I extended my left arm along the wall and into the middle of the door. Pulling the 1911 down and bringing it across my body, just below my nose, I turned my head to the left and looked at the door. In one fluid motion I pushed the door inward with my left hand and stepped to the left with my right foot, pulling my body away from the wall and entering the doorway, 1911 raised. My right eye stared down the sights. Straight ahead of me was a guy standing up in front of his chair. With my sights already locked on him, I depressed the trigger with my right pointer finger. The 1911 jumped upwards. The spent shell was sent flying out from the top of the slide. Releasing the trigger, I immediately pressed it again, sending another round down the chamber and into its target. I took a step forward with my right foot and panned the 1911 to the left towards the hallway and not a moment too soon. Another guy appeared just as I looked that way. I could see the end of the barrel glowing, followed by the distinctive sound of an AK47. He had no idea where he was shooting. I took my time, lined the sights up on the right side of his chest, and pressed the trigger twice in quick succession.