Prompt: #71 Rifle
Word count: 100
Summary: Ian felt his rifle heavy in his hands.
Notes: Written for numb3rs100, part of A Silk Pillow ‘verse.
In His Hands (#71 Rifle)
Ian felt his rifle heavy in his hands. When he had blacked out, over a year ago now, he had dropped it shattering the scope. When he had woken it, and every other firearm, had been removed from his access.
Now the scope was repaired and his hands remembered the surface and weight. The simple procedure of assemblage, loading, acquiring a target. His finger rested comfortably near the trigger.
The suspect lifted the girl. She was glass-eyed and floppy. Ian refused to think about what he might have done to her, he just focused on the rifle in his hands.