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\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs18\kerning28 Executions
 by shooting\par}

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\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28     Of course
 I showed up early. For a chance to get out of the field teams I\u8217\'92d be early
 going to hell. I couldn\u8217\'92t believe my luck when the old man told me I\u8217
\'92d gotten the posting. I had pulled my turn at wandering around the countryside
 and now I was ready to set in one place and have a more or less set routine. So
 here I am, the new executioner for the central woman\u8217\'92s prison. \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28     After
 all the usual bullshit that goes with a new job I was taken in hand by the man 
I was to replacing. Fred was older and had been the head killer here since forever
 and knew everyone and everything. I got the cook\u8217\'92s tour of the place and
 figured that I wouldn\u8217\'92t have too much trouble finding my way around the
 joint. Not that I had to find my way to very much of it. I had my own entrance 
to the execution area and no real reason to enter the rest of the facility. Anyway
 we finished up the tour in the shooting gallery as he called the execution range
. A fair sized room with a bullet splintered plywood wall at the one end. At the
 other was a bench with a post mounted gun mount and a large safe. He opened the
 safe and removed what I took at first to be a MP5 but it was the oddest one I had
 ever seen. As he placed it on the mount he started to explain the real meat of 
my now job. \u8220\'93Yah boy it\u8217\'92s a MP5 under all the junk but not a stock
 one. We had it custom built by H&K. It and two others. We keep three of them, two
 in this room and the third is over at the armory having its thousand round cleaning
 and check up. You shouldn\u8217\'92t have any trouble getting used to them. I checked
 your records, you shoot expert with the MP5 and have been using one for several
 years and ought to know it about as well as anybody. Well I\u8217\'92m here to 
tell you that there are a few surprises for you. First the only thing you do is 
to load, zero, and shoot it. The prison armorer is factory trained on our little
 beauties and he does all the cleaning and maintenance. Cleaning after each day\u8217
\'92s use, full teardown and check every thousand rounds, and a rebuild every twenty
 five thousand.\u8221\'94\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28    I was 
looking at all the extras on the weapon. A laser sight, interface to allow mounting
 on the T&E base, the biggest silencer I had ever seen, and a remote trigger. Fred
 turned on the laser and began to explain it all to me. \u8220\'93The sight and 
the mount really take all the guesswork out of it. Just turn the traverse and elevation
 knobs until the red dot is on the target and fire. Can\u8217\'92t miss. Now you
 see the extras on this piece but what you don\u8217\'92t see is the custom internals
. This baby\u8217\'92s tweaked so the firing rate is just over a thousand rounds
 a minute. Got a special buffer, match barrel, and a reworked trigger. Reliable 
as a tombstone, I can\u8217\'92t remember the last time I had any problems with 
one of them. And with that huge can on the front she just purrs like a big cat when
 she fires. Now one thing though, you know how accurate a MP5 is right? Well this
 one is even better than any stock MP5 you ever saw. We shoot at twenty five yards
. With the mount and the match barrel it will damn near stack the bullets in the
 target, not what you really want when you are executing someone. You want to destroy
 as much of the chest cavity organs as you can. So what we do is to use ammo that
 has the spread built in to it. There\u8217\'92s a small ammo manufacturer that 
makes our loads up. Some rounds will spread a couple of inches at the range we shoot
 at, others will spread three or four, and the rest  will spread five or six from
 the point of aim. Bit of a bother having to load three different kinds of ammo 
in each magazine but Charlie the armorer loads them for you anyway. We use thirty
 round mags with twenty five rounds loaded.\u8221\'94\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28    As he 
explained everything to me he got out the mags and some targets. \u8220\'93The wall
 is just for looks, behind it is a slanted steel plate that bounces the rounds down
 into a sand bed. The other walls are poured concrete as is the ceiling. OK lets
 go through the whole routine. When you get here you will mount three targets just
 like we did. The first one is to check the zero of the sight even though it will
 always be right on. Only time its not will be after one of the major cleanings. 
Then you might have to rezero and I\u8217\'92m sure you know how to do that. The
 next target is to test burst accuracy  while the last is a pattern check. You will
 find a red mag that is loaded with standard rounds and that\u8217\'92s the one 
you will use on the first two targets. Like this.\u8221\'94\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28     He loaded
 the gun and aimed it at the target with five bull\u8217\'92s-eyes on it. When the
 laser was centered on the first he fired one round and then repeated with the other
 four. Next was the target with just one bull with a simple circle around it. This
 time he went to full auto and dumped the mag. Reloading he then aimed at the last
 paper. This one too had just a spot in the center and a twelve inch circle around
 it. Once more it was rock and roll time as that sweet gun purred its way through
 the twenty five rounds in less than two seconds.  After securing the safety he 
placed a plastic flag in the breech and we went downrange to inspect the targets
. \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28    The first
 had one hole right in the dead center of each bull while the second had a ragged
 hole not much bigger than the nine millimeter rounds that made it and yes it too
 was centered in the bull. The last target had the holes scattered all over it but
 all still inside on the outer circle. I could imagine what havoc the slugs would
 do to a body. Fred must have read my mind. \u8220\'93Its gets better, the slugs
 are modeled after black talons. They open up to almost an inch on impact. We don
\u8217\'92t even bother with a mercy round in the head, nobody lives long enough
 for you to even pick up the second gun. Believe me there\u8217\'92s not much left
 inside after twenty five of them get done blasting through. Oh yah, always use 
the breech flag whenever anyone\u8217\'92s downrange. The guards are real funny 
about getting in front of the weapon unless they are sure its unloaded. Can\u8217
\'92t blame them.\u8221\'94\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28    Then it
 was time for the real thing. A red light started flashing and a sign lit up warning
 to secure any weapons. After the light started burning steadily the door opened
 and the guards brought in the prisoner. She was about thirty and a bit overweight
. As she was tied to the post I noticed a small white spot of what looked like correction
 fluid at the bottom of her breastbone. After the guards left and the light went
 out Fred flipped a switch. \u8220\'93Turns on the keep out sign on the door and
 locks it too.\u8221\'94 The weapon was loaded and the laser turned on. A few turns
 of the knobs and the red beam was centered on the white spot on her chest. She 
of course was watching all of this. At the click of the safety she lost it and started
 to fight her bonds and scream for help or mercy. With the heaving of her large 
breasts the white aiming point moved around some but now it was not important. \par
}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28    A few 
pounds pressure on the remote trigger and she was enveloped in a red mist as the
 slugs tore her chest apart. It was almost surreal. The purr of the gun, the sounds
 of the bullets striking flesh, the red mist spreading from her chest, and the sudden
 limpness in her body. Two seconds has seen her changed from a living woman to a
 ripped and torn carcass. \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28    After 
securing the gun we walked forward to inspect what we had done. Fred hosed her off
 so we could see things better. Her breasts and chest were full of holes, her ribs
 were shattered into small bits and there were small pieces of her organs poking
 out here and there. Looking at her back I could see where fragments of bone had
 been blown through her skin but most of the slugs had not passed through her body
. Terminal ballistics out the ass. Now I understood why no mercy shot was needed
. She was dead before the last slug hit her. \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28    We watched
 as her body was removed. She was still leaking lots of blood even after another
 hosing. The way she flopped as she was moved told me her spine had been destroyed
 in several places by the hits. Then it was all ready for the next one and now it
 was my turn\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28    This one
 was little more than a girl. Not common but not unheard of either. I mean I had
 arrested people on capital charges that were as young as twelve [the minimum age
 to be executed] but ones that young were still fairly rare. I guessed this one 
at fifteen or sixteen. No matter, she would never get any older and had done something
 to place her here and it was of no concern of mine. She was slender with small 
tits and a shaved pussy. Kind of a girl next door type. She was in shock. Standing
 quietly as we prepared to kill her. Just before I pulled the trigger our eyes met
. She was fully aware of what was happening but just didn\u8217\'92t care any more
. \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28    Once more
 the purr, the thwack of the bullets blasting her life away, and the red mist. More
 of the slugs had made it all the way through her slim body than the last time. 
There was a lot of blood and small pieces of flesh splattered on the post and the
 wall behind her. I stood by her side as she was taken down and I had the guards
 wait while I poked and prodded her corpse. Such a nice little body to have so much
 violence done to it. Then I turned away from her. I had a job to do.}}