I need to get this night over with so I can eat for real.


    then his involvement with The Information Broker, who paid for the secret footage that Dolon forever recorded. Due to this, he had created the cover story of being a soldier for hire, a lone mercenary. This explained his travels and inconsistent meetings with friends.


    The old man is showing off today eh? ''Pass it here.'' Dolon took the rifle, reloaded and took aim. He fired and hit the head of the dummy.If you find this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the infringement.


    What have I done for you to make a show of me today? ''So it is.'' Dolon took his next shot, hitting the red marked stomach. Yet again, Spike took his turn and left no mark. Dolon complained. ''Do you have to duplicate every one of my shots? It''s impressive, sure, but come on, you don''t have to embarrass me!''


    Spike laughed. ''All I''ve proved is that I can hit the same targets as you.'' He motioned for Dolon to fire again. ''I''m sure you''ve improved enough to do the same. You don''t become a Sniper without some level of skill.''


    Dolon reloaded and aimed, this time taking a second longer to fire. The bullet flew, hit the dummy in the stomach, but did not enter in the existing entry point. Off to the left... Dolon sighed.


    was willing. ''Spike, please tell me.''


    I can understand her point of view, but I''m not one who can argue, I''m here every single day. ''Do you agree with her?''


    Dolon was lost for words. This outbreak happened so quickly, he almost wished that he hadn''t visited at all. He wasn''t heartless, but the awkwardness was overwhelming. The other shooters hadn''t seen or heard what was happening, but they soon would. Dolon picked the man up to his feet. ''Come on, let''s go for a walk.'' Spike went with him, but the timing was dreadful. At the entrance to the Shooting Range was a man, he bore no weapons and wore nothing but a black and white tunic. He gave Dolon a subtle nod. Dolon did the same, and while Spike was not looking, he held up his open hand and mouthed “five minutes”.


    Damn, she''s not playing around. She really must think it''s for the best if he quits. ''You need to talk to her again, make her understand-''


    ''Let me finish.'' Dolon took him by the shoulders. ''You need to make her understand, and you need to understand her side of the argument. But neither of you are completely right here. If you''re unhappy without the game, if your passion for shooting is so deeply ingrained inside you that you''re sad without it, then that shouldn''t be taken away from you. But if you''re giving your entire life to it, if the other things that are important are suffering, like your relationship with your daughter, then you have to compromise and learn to spend less time in game.'' Spike agreed, though reluctantly. Dolon shook his head. Addicted. He needs to curb this thing.


    It''s all too easy to do... ''Come on, get back to it for now. I''ve got to log off soon, but I''ll send you a mail tomorrow to talk more.''


    I need to take my own advice. After the two said an awkward goodbye, his thoughts went to his own life as he approached the man who had been waiting for him.


    I should take my own advice, but this is the easiest job I''ve ever had. Dolon smiled to himself as he searched for the white bar in the periphery of his vision, logging out to find food and sleep in a world he needed to live, but spent too little time in.