[ WP ] First teleporter war

Mark had two seconds. 
 
 That was time allotted to him by the United States government to teleport into Putin's Palace, shoot the man twice in the chest and once in the head, then teleport back to Langley. 
 
 He had practiced it over and over. Two in the chest, one in the head. 
 
 Mark gave a nod to the technician. The man nodded and held out five fingers, dropping them one at a time. Mark pulled his pistol from his holster and cocked it, aiming up and ahead of him. 
 
 He did n't look at the technician's fingers. He counted along in his head. *Three. Two. One. * 
 
 Instantly, he was standing in another room. Two seconds. 
 
 *One. * 
 
 He did n't see Putin, not where the man was supposed to be. He turned and aimed behind him. Though it was n't Putin, another man stood there, holding a hand grenade and smiling wide. 
 
 `` Oh,'' Mark started to say as the man charged and grabbed onto Mark's collar, opening the pin of the grenade. 
 
 *Two*. 
 
 Mark was again in Langley, standing directly in the headquarters of the teleportation quarter. With him was an angry Russian with a live hand grenade. The technicians screamed and Mark shot the man twice in the chest, once in the head, but it would n't matter. The damage was done. 
 
 The grenade rolled backwards toward the computers. 
 
 `` Shit.'' He finished. 
 

