>From: "Smith, Greg" 
>
> > >  >> Ship time:  0997.261.1100
> > >  >> Ranch time: 0997.261.1200
> > >  >> Characters: Woof and Jezebel
> > >
> > > >Very softly as she exhales a shallow breath she utters a
> > > >single word.  "Now."  Her finger pulls the trigger back in
> > > >a single fluid movement.
> > >
> > > >>Woof snaps the shots as Jez takes the shot...
> > >
>>>Jez and Woof are both looking through lenses as she fires the shot,
>>>she through the sights of her sniper rifle and he through the lens of
>>>his 35 mm camera.  As soon as Jez says "NOW!" Woof begins to click >>>and 
>>>his camera begins to whir...
>>>
>>>CRACK!
> > >
>>...a hole appears in the rear of the large clyinder and it rocks, ever
>>so slightly.  Then it sits there with no apparent change at all.
>
>"Oh, that was beautiful!  Spectacular!  I'm glad I got it on film!" >Woof 
>says, looking nonplussed.  "I suppose that you hit it, didn't
>you?" he asks, trying to look innocent.

Jezebel looks at Woof, "You were expecting something different perhaps?  
That was exactly what I wanted to see."  She pulls the magazine out of the 
rifle and carefully slides a single round back into it before returning it 
to the receiver.

"And Woof, I don't miss."

>"Let's go screw up the other one, shall we?"  he asks, leading Jez's >horse 
>down to where she is.  "Or do you want to put a round through the
>base of the antenna?"

"I'm fine with leaving it the way it is, at least untill we bugger up the 
others."

She hops on the horse, slings her rifle over her back, barrel down and 
starts to head over the next rise.

Lysia Jezebel David