High Rise Invasion Sniper Novels & Stories

"They'll have a sniper on the roof. Overwatch while the others breach." "How do you know?" "Because that's what I'd do." She moved. Up the stairs. To the access panel leading to the roof. Opened it slowly. Weapon up. Sure enough. A figure in tactical gear. Prone. Sniper rifle aimed at the clearing below. Preparing to drop anyone who ran. Anya didn't hesitate. Knife, quieter than gun. Faster than thought. She crossed the roof in four steps. Grabbed the sniper from behind. Blade across throat. Clean. Professional. Fatal.

Devina said. "Am the one going up there Sharon just get me there." Sharon said and Devina noticed a image far away on a building with a sniper. Sarah climbed up the roof with a sniper, she quickly reloads it and knelt down on the roof with one of her eyes on the scope and a finger on the trigger. She knew that the bullet was going to have little or no effect to the Chimera. It wouldn't even penetrate through the skull but it could like wise distract it.

It whittled them down, vanish, reappear somewhere they didn’t expect. Up above, I saw the glint of a rifle barrel between the balcony rails. Sniper. He had a bead on the east side, where Wade’s men were pinned. I pulled the knife from my vest, weighed it once in my hand, and flicked it. The blade sank into his thigh, deep enough to drop him to his knees. He tried to get his aim back up, but I was already halfway up the service stairs, taking them two at a time. By the time he spotted me, my hand was on his rifle. I wrenched it sideways, shoved the barrel under his jaw, and pulled the trigger. His head snapped back, and he slumped against the rail, spilling red across the polished wood.

Enough to make the bastard duck. “Keep them busy!” I shouted, sprinting low toward a fire escape. “Rival, don’t—” But I was already climbing. My boots slammed metal rungs, muscles burning, blood hot in my ears. Another shot cracked past, clipping sparks off steel. Too close. I vaulted over the edge of the roof, rolled, and came up blade-first. The sniper barely had time to curse before I gutted him. His rifle clattered across the tar, useless.

Something in his chest twisted sharply. Up in the helicopter, Jodie was still crying and struggling. “Sis… please help me! Sis, help me!” Her sobs echoed in the morning light. Joseph, unbothered, stood nearby with a relaxed smile, just watching. He knew Sean’s snipers were using red dot scopes—precision targeting. Even if a target moved suddenly or tried to dodge, they could still land a kill shot right between the eyes. Under these conditions, escape was nearly impossible. Joseph and his men wouldn’t survive if they tried to run. The snipers were too fast, too well-trained.

Nyx replied, ejecting a spent magazine and reloading in one fluid motion amidst the gunfire. From the roof, two snipers kept pinning them down. "Sky, rooftop!" Travis commanded. Sky didn't need to be told twice. He sprinted toward the fire escape, dodging and weaving. Within seconds, he reached the top. He didn't hesitate. He lunged at the first sniper, kicking him off the ledge, before engaging the second in hand-to-hand combat. With a swift movement, he locked the sniper’s neck and slammed him into the gravel roof. "Clear!" he yelled from above.

He'd simply heal the wound and deal with the man named Hudson Hayes. ZERUS gun is ready. His wounds had healed after two weeks. He'll start the day to kill Dr. Hayes. He fixed his gaze on the reflection in the glass wall he was now looking. He adjusted his cap and mask for a moment. He was on the 36th floor of the building, directly across from the Hayes' large hospital. His high VSS Vintorez Sniper is fully loaded and ready. The young Doctor would surely be able to dance with the pain of what he was about to do. He laughed at the nonsense thought. After he kills the man, he will approach and flirt with the woman he loves.

Steel on flesh and blood everywhere. But my men, my men were savages. Decades of violence hardened them to fear. Ricco slit a throat with the knife he kept in his boot. Javier used his shotgun as a club when it was out of ammo. One of the men tried to crawl away, too late. Omar kicked him in the back and fired a full clip into his spine. "Sniper!" someone yelled. Marco raised his gun, fired once but wasn't satisfied so he fired again. The man on the roof top lost his grip and fell, his sniper fell right after him like a puppet whose strings had been cut.

Their star witness was dead meat on the floor. On the rooftop, Jane calmly cycled the bolt. Ping. The spent brass casing bounced off the gravel. She broke the rifle down in ten seconds flat, snapping the Pelican case shut. She slipped through the roof access door and melted right into the morning crowd below. She was a ghost with a paycheck. Inside the safehouse, the police scanner erupted into pure, static-laced chaos. "Officer down! Target down! We got a sniper at 5th and Main! Russos is hit!"

The crack of my sidearm echoed over the alley. The sniper jerked backward, his rifle discharging harmlessly into the sky before he collapsed over the edge of the roof, plummeting into the trash below. The sudden, unexpected shot from above sent the remaining cartel hitters scrambling for cover. Down in the alley, Aziel froze. He slowly lifted his head, his chest heaving, his hand still clamped tightly over his bleeding ribs. He looked up through the torrential rain, his dark eyes searching the rusted fire escapes until found me.