Will's comm unit suddenly came to life and the screams off a rather pissed of grunt almost surprised him. Someone from unit 6 was demanding ID. -Lieutenant Will Williams, a.k.a. Vatman, at your services! I'm what's left of the distraction wing. If you dare shoot me, I'll come back as a ghost and haunt your sorry ass.
Vatman was unsure if his humor would be relayed through the comms and considering the fact whoever was hailing him had guns, we opted to tone it down. -Hey, if you guys have any wat.... - His sentence was interrupted by a supersonic bullet passing a few millimeters from his ear- Cease fire, Cease fire!
However, it wasn't the Crayters that were shooting at him, half a click away, tucked behind a rock was an enemy sniper. As Williams was furiously cursing and running towards the nearest possible cover, he saw the source of his problems. Although effective, the high powered rifle's muzzle flash easily gave away it's position. Furthermore, Vatman's built in retinal combat-aid hardware and software, a memory of his time within the Core, had already calculated an approach vector. With a 99% percent probability, the implant had determined the model of the rifle and the best possible course of action. Chances of survival were just above minimum. Williams took a few deep breaths and began moving from cover to cover. Shot after shot, he counted and awaited his moment.Just as predicted, it came within a few minutes. When he jumped out of a crater and headed for the next one but no bullets came his way. No shot, the enemy was reloading. He slid on the fine dust, turned around and crouched. Williams then calmly held his breath and aimed for the kill.
Click. Pow! Click. Pow!
Two shots, just in case. He saw the first one hit, but he had to make sure his target was 100% dead. No kill is overkill. Another thing he learned in the Core.
Pfft, amateurs. -Said Williams and wiped some sweet from his forehead. - Hey guys, you still on the line? I'm sure the former sniper had called backup on us. We need to move the hell out here and fast!
By now, he was certain where the friendlies were, so a few deep breaths later, he was running full speed towards them. Every second he stayed in the open could be his last.
