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"In the Eagle's Mind" by xXD3ATHITS3LFXx
I'll tell you what goes through my mind when I touch the end of my blade to your shoulder. At first, I feel the sly emotion of remorse, and then I stab directly through you. Then I watch your best friend next to you who has no clue of his upcoming fate, in which I control for that split second, and end his life exactly how I ended yours. Immediately following that 200 point increase, I smile and think exactly the same thing as if i were VanishingPuppet staring at you through the end of his scope. YOUR DEAD and gone and no matter what happens you had your small insignifigant chance to kill me but YOU FAILED. I HAVE SUCCEEDED. I'LL BE WAITING AT YOUR SPAWN.
"The Man in the Bushes" by VanishingPuppet
It was calm and quiet. The man was lying amongst the brush and brown leaves littering the ground. The sun was high and hot, so hot the mosquitoes weren’t even out to bother him. He was almost invisible; his suit letting him disappear among the bushes. His breathing was steady. Its steadiness was much like a clock, always constant, and extremely slow; it would make you wonder if time had stopped between each breath. He was tall and slender, but at the same time he was strong. His strength lied in his arms. They were holding his bolt-action rifle and they were so tight you would think he was a statue.
His target was a man, not very short, not very tall. He was the leader of the enemy forces. He was well-tanned and wore a red beret with gold-rimmed aviators. The man in the bushes, salty sweat dripping in his mouth and in his eyes, did not have a visible face. It was covered by a balaclava, except for his eyes, they were a piercing ice blue. His sharp eyes slowly made their way to his scope and then he placed the cross-hairs on the leader’s chest. The man in the bushes waited and waited for the wind to die down again. During this time, he checked the humidity; watching heat waves rise slowly from the ground.
The wind was finally calm, and the leader was yelling at one of his men, so the man in the bushes slowed his breathing even further and made sure every factor was accounted for. Everything was ready, so it seemed, and the man in the brush took in a deep breath, squeezed the gun’s stock, and pulled the trigger. It was over, this invisible man, this ghost, had taken out the enemy’s leader. He’s smart, he’s disciplined, and he’s a sniper.
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