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It was just past dark in the Gulch, the tall ridges of the canyon casting long shadows that played tricks on the eye. It was in these shadows that a red figure knelt, monocular in hand and seeming to be sighting out something across the canyon.
Things were going well. Sarge grinned to himself within his helmet, and he put the optical enhancement piece down, moving to pick up the sniper rifle he had managed to pilfer from a mysteriously locked room in Red Base. The weapon was handled about gently, a slender tube - a suppressor - being screwed into its muzzle, and then held up to Sarge's shoulder.
There was a blunted report from the rifle, two following the initial shot, and three small something-or-others are planted in three strategic spots on the other side of the canyon. Sarge muttered out a quiet 'excellent' before picking up his supplies and toolkit, hanging low as he made his way back to his base.
72 hours to go.
Things were going well. Sarge grinned to himself within his helmet, and he put the optical enhancement piece down, moving to pick up the sniper rifle he had managed to pilfer from a mysteriously locked room in Red Base. The weapon was handled about gently, a slender tube - a suppressor - being screwed into its muzzle, and then held up to Sarge's shoulder.
There was a blunted report from the rifle, two following the initial shot, and three small something-or-others are planted in three strategic spots on the other side of the canyon. Sarge muttered out a quiet 'excellent' before picking up his supplies and toolkit, hanging low as he made his way back to his base.
72 hours to go.