Ficlet, BAMF, Lester 15
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fredbassettTitle : BAMF
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 15
Characters : Lester
Disclaimer : Not mine, no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Word Count: 313
Summary : Lester can do more than just push a pen around.
A/N : Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
misaffection for fandom stocking. I appear to still have several unposted ones! Ooops.
Lester’s right hand closed around barrel of the M4 carbine as he opened the ammunition locker with his left hand.
He’d done sessions on the range with most of the weapons at the disposal of his security team as he was a man who believed that anything anyone else could do, he could so equally well, if not better.
But he hadn’t expected to have to put those particular skills to the test, at least not in the very heart of his own empire.
He had worked with assorted weapons until he could strip down each one with his eyes closed, and reload their magazines the same way. He was relying on that training now in the darkened armoury, lit only by the dim emergency lights Leeks hadn’t been able to take down. He slammed the pre-loaded clip home in one smooth moment as he flicked the safety catch off with his thumb.
The predator raised its head between one side of the room and the next. Lester depressed the trigger carefully, rather than snatching at it the way non-professionals normally did, letting off a perfectly-timed three-round burst that hit the creature’s bony skull, knocking into it like a heavy wooden ball at a fairground coconut shy. Pieces of blood and bone exploded outwards.
Lester leaned back against the metal lockers, snatching a hard-won breath into lungs that suddenly felt too tight.
There was no way the predator could have survived those bullets, but to make quite certain, Lester leaned over the low internal wall and fired again into its chest.
There was definitely no way the bastard thing was getting up from that.
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 15
Characters : Lester
Disclaimer : Not mine, no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Word Count: 313
Summary : Lester can do more than just push a pen around.
A/N : Written for
misaffection for fandom stocking. I appear to still have several unposted ones! Ooops.Lester’s right hand closed around barrel of the M4 carbine as he opened the ammunition locker with his left hand.
He’d done sessions on the range with most of the weapons at the disposal of his security team as he was a man who believed that anything anyone else could do, he could so equally well, if not better.
But he hadn’t expected to have to put those particular skills to the test, at least not in the very heart of his own empire.
He had worked with assorted weapons until he could strip down each one with his eyes closed, and reload their magazines the same way. He was relying on that training now in the darkened armoury, lit only by the dim emergency lights Leeks hadn’t been able to take down. He slammed the pre-loaded clip home in one smooth moment as he flicked the safety catch off with his thumb.
The predator raised its head between one side of the room and the next. Lester depressed the trigger carefully, rather than snatching at it the way non-professionals normally did, letting off a perfectly-timed three-round burst that hit the creature’s bony skull, knocking into it like a heavy wooden ball at a fairground coconut shy. Pieces of blood and bone exploded outwards.
Lester leaned back against the metal lockers, snatching a hard-won breath into lungs that suddenly felt too tight.
There was no way the predator could have survived those bullets, but to make quite certain, Lester leaned over the low internal wall and fired again into its chest.
There was definitely no way the bastard thing was getting up from that.
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Date: 2014-07-11 10:41 pm (UTC)Well done, Lester.
Love how he insists on being able to do anything that anyone under him can!
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Date: 2014-07-12 08:01 am (UTC)But yes, as you point out, just because he starts as the civil servant, doesn't mean he's not going to learn very very fast...
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Date: 2014-07-12 07:32 pm (UTC)(Poor Lester! *hugs him*)
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Date: 2014-07-13 09:44 am (UTC)The boss in all manner of ways! Leading by example!
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