The air was thick wit the sounds of gun fire. The wind carried the scent of smoke. Cries of death could be heard all around. Hiding in the tall grass Angel crawled his way to the ridge. He could see the citadel as his team mates make a crazed rush up the hill, not knowing if their fate was death or if they still had a chance. All they new is that they must have control of the citadel to win this battle.
Angel didn�t have time to concern him self with that, he had a job to do. Setting his sites on his most trusted weapon, the 50 barret, to 800m, he starts scanning the enemy encampment. He finds his first victim standing behind a wall assuming that he is safe from the shower of bullets.
BOOM! He assumed wrong.
BOOM! Another never makes his jump for safety.
BOOM! Like the Angel of Death himself, he takes life after life after life with his relentless aim. He can start to taste the blood as he watches his bullets rip the through the bodies of his rivals. He builds himself up in a frenzy as he watches the enemy run around trying to hide from his furry of death.
A bullet whizzing by his head brought Angel to his senses. He needed to move and move right now. Another bullet goes by as angel jumps and runs for cover behind a ridge. He lays there for a moment catching his breath knowing that he was getting too greedy. He needed to calm himself or he will become some one elses victim. He now knows that there is a fellow sniper hunting him. A man with the same determination and bloodlust as him, and hopefully not as skilled as him
Hoping to throw off the would be sniper, he gets up and moves again, this time to a ridge 200m north east of his last position. He pokes his head up and scans with his binoculars. About a 1000m he sees his target crawling through the grass. He puts his binocs away and smiles as he readys his 50. He whispers to himself �Don�t you ever shoot at me� as he sites him in.
�Hey behind you!� is all Angel heard before the knife ripped out his throat.
"Crap!" Angel yells out as he reads the words in his upper right hand coner of his monitor.......... �Gen.NghtWng~XS~ knifes Angle~XS~�.
Written by NightWing
