Final trial

[Xing]

"sniper one to lead, request orders."
Isabelle smiled, as she saw them pick off one of her own men with their rather blind shot.
"Right, sniper 1 to 6, retreat inside and change for close range rifles. 7 to 11, be careful boys and girls."

As the retreating snipers entered the bunker, Isabelle switched comm to sniper 8;
"Alright Axel, in two minute, one of their team will reach the trench south, if you recall?"
"Yeah, general. Lemme guess, the usual package?"
She smiled, "The usual package indeed. Aim well!"

Outside, the remaining sniper were firing blindly through the storm, hiding themselves using the reinforced concrete of the building as very efficient cover. Their goal wasn't exactly to kill, as much as to cause fear, and make the enemy waste ammunition. And considering how realist the simulation was, despite the best effort of the brain to say "this is not real, no need to be afraid" the mind, more primitive, yelled "you are getting shot at! do something! counter! kill!"

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Sniper 8 saw three group - well he beleived it was three, hard to tell from that distance- of soldiers quickly entering the narrow trench. On the real california minor, the trench system, built by the army trainees and extended each year randomly around, was litterally considered the playground in the backyard of L-9.
As such, it made an incredibly complexe maze - some which led directly to the back door of the base. Axel smiled, this was going to be easy...

He left his sniper rifle aside, and took a much heavier, heavy caliber rocket launcher. He verified his ammo case: 6 missiles, 2 already in the launcher, make it 8.
He took position, and aimed, activating the laser pointer - otherwise it was pretty much going to be lame targetting anything in that storm... a storm that was going to bury the trench system at that rate in a matter of minutes!
He concentrated, and fired as he saw something move - it was a white shape, which he recognised was a man in cammo armour. His projectile fired away noisily, and made a small fireball uppon contact with the snow, a loud explosion to be heard...

It was hard to say if he hit anything at all in that smoke... and he didn't want to waste any ammo...

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Isabelle stood, panting in the middle of the command room. In its normal state, it would be in a very ordered fashion with its steel desk well aligned one next to another, and computer unit on them. Now, it was a mess, the desks being used as blocade and covert. Ah, classical.
But it took quite some energy to move them around with the help of her men, as steel desk were rather heavy... nonetheless, their opponents wouldn't be crazy enough to try pushing these obstacles away under the fire of their enemy for sure!

She wiped off the sweat on her face, and made a thumb up gesture at her guards, who were now scattered accross the command center, rifles at the ready. It was going to be a long wait, but they will stand ready.
Isabelle took her helm, and put it on her head, tapped it twice to open the comm channel;
"all snipers except 8, retreat in and cover the entrances! make up blocades with anything heavy you find around to slow them down."

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