Hello The Sharpshooter Novels & Stories

The room filled up with screams and broken glasses rained. I looked around, unable to locate the shooter. "Damn it. It's a sniper!" I yelled. I rolled, and looked for the shooter using the reflection from the large glass mirror a few feet from me. “He's on the rooftop,” I yelled and my men moved fast dividing into two groups. I stood, and felt a bullet come towards me, but someone pushed me away. It was Kevin. I turned just in time to see him stumble with his shirt stained in his blood.

Madison cried out in pain, as blood spurted out of her left shoulder while Carl stopped in his tracks. He looked worried as he stared at her bleeding shoulder and that worry turned into hate as soon as he turned to stare at the shooter who stared back with a smirk. “I will kill you!”

Saber says. From Viper’s body cam, I watch Saber and Hellfire race into the building a couple of steps behind Striker. All three of them are dodging bullets from the shooter. “Vivienne, turn your body so I can watch the shooter,” I say. “Tracker, check the back from Vespa’s body cam,” I tell her. “Already on it.” I see movement from the corner of the roof again, then the shooter screams as he goes flying off the roof, landing in an ugly splat on the concrete.

I shouted his name as I came near to him. “Hunters”, he said, thinking about what he would do next. I got nervous when he said that. I got the chills thinking that I will get the chance to fight with a hunter. I managed to get my weapon in my hips as fast as I could as I focused on my surroundings. I looked to the place where the bullet came from and I saw a silhouette from there. It moves as it notices that I am looking at him or her as I cannot identify its gender because of the black mask on the bottom of its face. I looked around, there were many of them. I came in front of Shiloh as I don't want him to get hit by a silver bullet.

Thank you, Goddess Paranoia. My first tomahawk was in my left hand and my Glock-22 was in my right. My fear of snipers and the bend in the gully saved my life. We literally ran into each other, me and the first 7P soldier. His long barreled Type-05 was pointing past my left, his torso slammed into my pistol, ramming his front armored plate against it as it discharged.

The shooter turned out to be a lousy marksman. "Are you blind? Can't you see it's a woman?" the first hunter exclaimed at his companion. The second hunter removed cotton from his ears. "Sorry, I think my ear problem is affecting my senses." “Hello,” I greeted, Interrupting their argument. "I'm so sorry about that," the first hunter apologized. "It's okay. At least I'm alive," I chuckled nervously. "You're beautiful," the second hunter remarked. "Are you a fool?" The first hunter slapped him on the back.

King replied in a flat tone not adding any other information that could give the guy on the bed a clue as to who he is. King. Sharpshooter turned around in his jumbled mind. The name did ring a bell, but he was having a hard time placing it. King waited patiently for him to place who he is and when the light dinged in his eyes as he realized who he is, his lips curved into a lopsided grin. " Fuck! " Sharpshooter exclaimed when he realized who was sitting in his bedroom. He moved as if to reach for something but the gun was back on his forehead before he could blink.

Seeing his state like that Mike smile in ecstasy as he enjoys his time hitting this guy who gives him such trouble. "Do! You! Know! How! Many! Pebbles! Or! Cans! That! Injured! Me!? HUH!?" Every word he says he hits the sharpshooter all over his body. "Gargh!! Sorry! Sorr- cough!" Pain envelops his whole body it's a horrible sight, more worst than the dog stampede earlier. "HAHAHAHA! Don't worry! I'll only hit you the same as you hit me!" The sharpshooter is just at the ground he can't do a thing he's not an expert in close combat so the only thing he can do is to defend himself.

Staring back at her from the screen was her good friend, Oscar. “Hey.” She said with a smile. “Hello.” He replied. She noticed he wore black singlets, with his dog tag on, which indicated he was on an army base somewhere. “Where are you?” She asked. “Syria. My tour will be ending in two weeks.” There was poor network connection for a few seconds which muted the screen. Then Oscar’s voice came on again. “…me?” “What did you say?” She asked. “I got your text last night. You missing me?”

"Keep it steady!" I regained my footing between the bags, aimed, then took another two shots. One hit his upper arm, the other his shoulder, but he kept coming, unfazed by the gushing holes. I shifted my weight onto my other foot and grinned. I might not have stopped him, but the Thornblood dipped bullets had punctured him, binding shade and host to the same satisfying fate. I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes.