Sitting...watching.
****None of the characters know anything about any of this entry, except for the fact that Sniper Zero's out.****
"How did they find me? I don't understand it. I left no patterns in targets! I was so good, half the town was immitating me," I thought to myself. I ran the scene of my capture through my head over and over.
It started just like any other target. Everything seemed normal. I looked out the window, there were people everywhere, waiting to become targets, just as every time before. I got down to assemble the machine. I looked out the window again. The whole place was empty. Something was happening. The feds were swarming the place. They were searching buildings. If I didn't act quickly, I wouldn't get the hit in before I got caught. A car drove up. The one who got out wasn't wearing the fed outfit. And he wasn't being evacuated like the other people had been. He had to have something to do with it.
Someone spotted me! Oh, failure of failures, I'd been spotted! The shooting match that followed was not at all what I had planned. It was so sloppy, so messy.
One of the feds finally saw the other guy and shouted something and dived at him, knocking him to the ground. I didn't hear it at the time, but during my time in prison I remembered what was said. A name. "Charlie," he had yelled.
Not many of my new friends (or rather, forced aquaintences) knew of this "Charlie" person, but a few did recognize my description of the feds who caught me. In fact, that was the first thing they asked me. Who had caught me? A few of them were caught by the same ones, and understood about as well (not well at all) how they had been found, and all of them held a grudge against this particular group of feds. They were willing to help anyone who had a plan against these people. I had a plan, not that I'd tell them what it was, if I could just get out. It turned out one of these guys broke out before, by way of a conspiracy, and told me what he knew. I didn't want to draw that much attention to myself, but he had some useful information, and I found a way to sneak out.
Now, to find this "Charlie" person... I might not know how I was caught, but I know he had to have had something to do with it. He won't be my target, though. Not worth a target unless it's neat and clean, but that would be too quick and painless for this person. I want him to suffer more than that. I will find his friends.
I have sighted him. He seems to work at CalSci. There he is now, going to a car with that fed that dived for him. Can't do it now, can't go after a fed. Don't want that much attention from the beginning. "Charlie" has to have friends besides feds. To find them... I will sit and watch. Something any good sniper can do. I will find a suitable target someday. As always, patience is the key.