High Rise Invasion Sniper Mask Novels & Stories

In the bushes, I turn on the camera attached to my bullet proof vest, knowing the general would like a view at his daughter's rescue mission. When the first bullet is fired, I know they've spotted us. Three men in masks come outside, guns blazing and shooting around like maniacs. I know they haven't seen the any of us in the bushes, but I don't take any chances. Signaling Johnson, our expert sniper, I see all three men fall to the ground, blood flowing from their chest or forehead. Bringing my wrist to my mouth, I speak into the microphone. "Are there any others close by?"

The one in the lead set down his gun and nodded to the one standing immediately next to him who went ahead to take out a device that let out a lazer beam which cut through the metal bars as if they were butter. This certainly got Kristina's attention who shut her book and set it down on the bed which she came out of to stand next to Jillian. "Well, well, well," began the person in the lead, whose face was concealed by a kind of utility mask that had a gas mask attached to it. "How the mighty have fallen." "Who are you?" asked Kristina. "Really?" spat the armored person, "you don't remember me?" He went on to take off his mask and Kristina instantly recognized him.

"Whoever is inside knows how to shield it." They reached the top of the debris pile. The cargo bay doors were jammed open, revealing a cavernous, dark maw. Standing in the center of the opening, backlit by the flickering blue emergency lights inside, was the Sniper. He—or she—was wearing a patchwork suit of hazmat gear and leather armor. A gas mask with a single, glowing blue eye-lens covered their face. The sniper rifle was lowered, but not safetied. It was a kinetic weapon—an old-school slug thrower, not an Admin energy rifle. Illegal. Untraceable.

She breathed heavily as they both sweat heavily. Keisha grabbed his mask and pulled it out of his face, making him let go of the gun. He grabbed her hand and pulled it to make the mask cover his face. Her brows raised, realizing she can take this to her advantage. She leaned forward and bit his hand. "Fuck!" he screamed before his grip loosened on her hand but she let go of his mask.

The bulge rising in his pants as the scene remains fixed and every part played in his mind. Fuck “I will be back, I must call this in,” he told Andre, who was quick enough to stop him. “no, no, no... I know who did this, I don't want you to call it in, not yet,” Andre explained, standing on the blood. “They invaded your house, why will you not want me to call it in, is there something you want to say?” he cocked his eyebrows, waiting to hear the groundbreaker. He raised his hand towards his gun, not enough to cause a panic in Andre, but enough to make a move if he tried anything.

The sniper instinctively tried to fight back, but his speed was completely inferior compared to Harvey’s. Slap! A loud slap was heard when he slammed into the ground. “Guh!” A mouthful of blood spurted from the sniper. He simply had no strength to fight back anymore. His face mask slowly fell to the ground. Harvey could see his eagle-like eyes under the night sky. They did not seem human at all… “Genetically enhanced soldier?” Harvey wondered while squinting.

The tall frame in front of her knelt down and harshly cupped her neck, their faces only inches apart and Martina could only cringe. This is the face of a man she has loved for ten years, the face of the man she worshiped more than God himself, the face of the man she always looked up to. Right now, even the devil she heard about in stories was much more approachable than this devil in front of her “Please Hardin” Martina began to beg, “please don’t do this to me” tears were still streaming down her almond shaped eyes, “please!!” “Hardin baby” Melisa called out to him while standing up, she was clad in a red colored dress that exposed part of her cleavage which left Martina wondering where i

I could only see the top of her grey hoodie on the screen as she leaned back into frame. Benny scowled into his camera. “It’s Benny, you little shit. Use the extra syllables.” “Not any of my business what you want to be called,” she retorted, finally popping into view with an unimpressed look. “Look, we’ve already mapped the pros and cons to death. If we’re being objective, this is the fastest way to infiltrate the Delacroix system. She’s literally being invited through the front door.” I dropped another sweater into the box.

I practically came from hell, now it's my turn to make them experience hell. “No, don’t chase him, Zen. We’re going there!” I heard Uncle Rush saying from my earpiece. Too late. I finally caught up with the sniper. He had a black hood on and a black cap with a mask on his face, with the sniper gun hand behind him. He grabbed it and pointed it at me. I dodged it. He fired again, but he was out of bullets. When I finally closed into him, he dropped his gun to the ground and pointed it to his head.

"Show yourself!" From the dark aperture of the ceiling, a pair of combat boots dropped soundlessly onto the rug. The figure stepped out of the shadows, dressed head-to-toe in matte-black tactical gear, his face entirely concealed behind a reinforced carbon-fiber mask. My eyes darted to the right shoulder of his tactical vest. Embroidered in midnight thread was a crest I knew better than my own reflection... the crest of El Paso. The masked man reached up, his gloved fingers releasing the latches on the sides of his helmet. With a soft hiss of escaping pressure, he pulled the mask away, revealing the sharp, familiar jawline and cold, calculating eyes of Alessio.