mythos (snippet)

"Perry, perry goddamnit. Wake up. We have 2 bogies 1000 yards northeast."
I put down my book and lit a cigarette, picked up the nextel.
"perry here lieutenant."
i hated the sound of the nextel's chirp. Like being ear raped by a needle dicked leprechaun.
"perry, we got two appaloosa colts circling at 38.64 by 76.98. they seem to be making their way towards your station. Be on the ready, we have 15 commuter flights arriving in the next 3 hours. I want those fuckers dropped as soon as they are in your sights."
"will do, lieutenant, perry, out."
i remember when i started with the agency, i was on ground maintenance, shoveling remains into the bed on my burnt sienna pickup, talking to myself, just wanting to do my job. Lieutenant Hastings somehow found out i was a sports marksman champion in high school, i honestly think he googled it, and before you knew it i found myself nestled in a concrete shed atop a 3,000 foot high pedestal, whiling my time away reading hemingway, smoking cigarettes, taking pop shots at arabians and andalusians and friesians, and talking to myself.
I walked to the balcony of the shed, turned my hat backwards, put on my shoulder guard, and checked the clip of my barrett. I took my ready position, flipped the scope's cover open, and waited. It didn't take long. They were about 500 yards out, circling, playing, nipping at each other. They were young, couldn't have been more than 2 months old or so. I lined up my shot, took a breath, and fired.

note:this is the beginning of a story i hope to write over break. and yes, there will be minotaurs.