As you could tell from my last post, I really like my F57 sidearm (Five-Seven pistol). There is very good reason for that which I will explain in this post. I was given my Five-Seven, when I first joined SFOD-D (delta force); it was to be used in my very first mission. Back then the only upgrades were the tungsten shells, the special grip measured from my hand, and what they gave it to me for in the first place, the built in suppressor. The men who made it brought it to me in a zip lock bag, they put it in there with latex gloves on, if you haven't guessed, I was the only one allowed to touch it.
It was for operational deniability, that way if I got caught they couldn't trace it back further than me, and I would in turn, be a dead man. Gotta love military bureaucracy, ANYWAY, moving on. This mission is also how I actually got the title the angel of death, everyone of my enemies have a different reason they call me that, but this is the only one I lay claim to, and this mission also gave me a spot in my delta AFO team, team Spectre-the ghosts of war. Basically it started my entire legacy. Echo, mei, theO, everything I have, was because of this mission.
The mission was to kill a target no matter where he was or who was around; it was a priority one mission. the Five-Seven I was given was purpose built for this mission, and I was to be god, to take life without anyone even realizing the target was dead until it was too late. I accepted this mission for one reason, because I believed I was born to do this. This was the very first kill, the angel of death ever made.
I approached the target in a mall-street-district-thing since that is where he was shopping I guess, I don’t care. I walk about 20 feet from the target away from other people brought my Five-Seven up about waist high, no one could see it or I would be arrested, interrogated, and put in jail for the rest of my life or executed. I shot the target in the chest and it was magnificent, the entry wound was clean and no exit wound as promised, the target died instantly, the only sound was the whisper of death from my gun, I grabbed the cartridge before it hit the ground put it in my pocket and simply walked away. 20 minutes later someone walked by him and checked to see if he was alright according to my spotters that were sent with me. After that the police locked the area off. But by then, I was gone, like a ghost, no clear motive, no murder weapon, no murderer, and a list of suspects a mile long.
I took the Five-Seven back and reluctantly tried to hand it over to my CO (commanding officer), and he threw his hands up and said "that doesn't belong to me, that is property of the Angel of Death, the only being to kill someone in plain sight and vanish into thin air, you earned that Reigns, it's yours now".
I added the special laser sight, later on, and I had the barrel refitted which I didn't mention in that post. The new barrel harnesses the recoil, if I don’t tense up; when the blow back happens after pulling the trigger, the recoil made by it will shift forward throw the gun back into its original firing position. Which increases the accuracy when moving while shooting. For all of the upgrades, I had to pay 3 times the original price of the gun, since I had to buy it off the army once I left delta.
To this day no one else has ever touched my Five-Seven, that means for the past almost 6 years. No one ever will either, or it will be the last thing they ever put their hands on.
