It was another shit day. The past really sucked. Everyone here was completely unaware of the impending chaos that awaited them. All their arrogance. All their mistakes. Mankind was a messy beast. He was almost ashamed to be a part of it. Taking a long puff on his cigar Hunter breathed out a cloud of stress release and anxious nerves
It wasn't like him to be anxious before a kill but it... He was only human. Hunter winked once and his eye turned orange. An LED light focused the thin layer of and he smirked as readings scrolled down through his vision.
Numbers, facts.... Words that on their own meant nothing scrolled over is right eye like his eye was a computer... and it was.
Marty McKenna Age 25 Occupation: Salesman Termination status: Imperative Termination deadline:23 5 minutes 42 seconds secondary objective: remove his right hand Address: 1214 Dovenshire street License number T60-62-2345
Hunter winked again and the computer shut it itself off. He had a bead on his target. He had tracked him from a house in the west end district and now he was at burger baby. A fast food chain that Hunter actually knew from his time in the future. Yes, this greasy shitstain actually makes it to the year 2076, but that's american culture isn't it?
They love what's fucking bad for them. They moved across the street and Hunter watched them with a watchful eye. "Well son.." Hunter said slamming a clip into his rifle. "You picked a bad day to be you." He could see the car from here. Though he hadn't had the presence of mind to bring a scope. The day was windy as all hell and the bullet sway was near impossible to get a clean shot from this distance.
Hunter had seen the freak in the mask. He bared his teeth. If he saw one more costumed asshole running around he was really going to loose it. Thankfully freak bailed out leaving only his target and some babe.
She was inconsequential. Moving at a walking pace Hunter carried his rifle across the street. Marty in the jeep was just opening his mouth to say something when.....BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM. sHOTS HITTING THE ENGINE BLOCK. tHE FRONT TIRE, THE WINDSHIELD AND THE SIDE MIRROR. dAM THIS WIND! "marty mckenna! the future says goodbye!"
