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Rated PG.
Aiming Straight
by Helen W.
A drabble set just after "Storm Warning"
Jim expected it when I said I couldn't kill anyone. He didn't call me a wimp, or tell me it was no time for scruples. Instead - he said to aim high.
I didn't. I shot to kill.
How do I find out whether I hit anyone?
Why has it taken until now - high over the Pacific, heading home - for me to think about things? Why don't I feel guilty?
The window is cool against my face. I close my eyes. Let Jim think I'm exhausted.
I don't want him to know how cold I am inside.
*** The End ***
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