FIRST DAY ON THE JOB

Executions by shooting

    Of course I showed up early. For a chance to get out of the field teams I’d be early going to hell. I couldn’t believe my luck when the old man told me I’d 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’s prison. 
    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’s tour of the place and figured that I wouldn’t 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. “Yah boy it’s 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’t 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’m 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’s use, full teardown and check every thousand rounds, and a rebuild every twenty five thousand.”
   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. “The 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’t miss. Now you see the extras on this piece but what you don’t see is the custom internals. This baby’s 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’t 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’s 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.”
   As he explained everything to me he got out the mags and some targets. “The 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’m 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’s the one you will use on the first two targets. Like this.”
    He loaded the gun and aimed it at the target with five bull’s-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. 
   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. “Its gets better, the slugs are modeled after black talons. They open up to almost an inch on impact. We don’t 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’s not much left inside after twenty five of them get done blasting through. Oh yah, always use the breech flag whenever anyone’s downrange. The guards are real funny about getting in front of the weapon unless they are sure its unloaded. Can’t blame them.”
   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. “Turns on the keep out sign on the door and locks it too.” 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. 
   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. 
   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. 
   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
   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’t care any more. 
   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.