Holley Sniper 2 Problems Novels & Stories

Then something strange happened. My comm line crackled without a warning, and before I could test it, static suddenly ripped through my earpiece, making me bite my lips from groaning out in pain. “Report,” I snapped. But the response came back distorted. “…zz— interference—” Another sniper cursed beside me.“Sir, my scope feed just dropped!” “What?” “My targeting overlay just went dead!” I checked mine. The digital range finder flickered almost immediately, and right before my eyes, vanished like it died of battery or something.

I asked, in a formal way. I have a hunch about it. "Ah," he hummed. ___qp___ I slammed the door of the Base open after hearing the doctor's details. I should not have doubt, it's him all along. The bullet of that sniper rifle is a double-acting one that when it enters the body, it will slowly explode inside. An untrained human, 89% percent won't survive that, but Jero survived and he will be suffering with it. The bullet pierced to his back shoulder. It is far from his heart but painful enough.

A sniper's life is filled with endless patience and precision. Herne has animal patience, he can stay still for hours in perfect silence until that perfect moment to fire arrives. Warren has yet to develop the patience to follow suit. Herne chuckled to himself and lowered the rifle and hung it from a gnarled branch above them. He peered through his range finder, "Why would the spade hood leave it behind?" Warren shrugged, "I have no idea, maybe it decided to pursue another way to achieve its goals whatever they are." He took a moment and chewed on some beef jerky, "I never expected the Seelie to believe in Aliens."

I command “Yes.” She breathes nodding before turning her head away from me. As soon as I reach my armoury room I change into a pair of dark jeans, a black V-neck t-shirt and put on my boots. I strap on my 9mm underneath my shirt, grab my sniper case and insert my Matsuda blade onto my back. I was getting ready to party.

“So if I ignore it, what happens next?” Ryan passed him the caliper. “The pad wears down completely. Then metal grinds on metal. Costly fix. Try the adjustment yourself. Slow and steady.” Jamal worked carefully. “Like this? It feels different now.” “Perfect,” Ryan confirmed. “Check both sides. Even pressure keeps things balanced.” Ethan moved to the diagnostic station. He connected a scanner to a practice engine. “This code means misfire. But don’t just replace the spark plug. Check the wiring first. Lena, your turn.”

"But I know how to fix it. He always found how clever I was sexy. And I am clever, Spitfire. Look what I took from the awful Hare." Spitfire's eyes went wide as he stared at the broken-off needle. It was one of the large, primitive ones that Nickel was using, nothing like the delicate little machine Ink had used to Mark them. "Why do you have that? Give it here." Spitfire held out his hand.

Holly said, "I've been discharged. I'm now at Winds Residence." "I'll go to you now. See you in 40 minutes." Abelin had his phone in one hand while his other hand started to disassemble the sniper rifle. He was dismantling it at an impressive speed. He couldn't wait to see Holly. He was afraid he wouldn't be able to do this again if he missed this opportunity. "Okay. I'll be waiting." Holly was already in tears. Her chest started to throb once she placed her phone down. It went from a dull ache to a wrenching pain.

"That's Khleassandra. She is the Long Range Shooter of the family. What she used was an M16 Rifle also known as an AR-15." My eyes widened as I caught my rest. I didn't understand what he was saying because my life was more important to me. "I don't want to! Please! I don't want to play with you guys!" I struggled as I said that. "Let me go! Please!" Before I could fully recover, the tangerine on my shoulder was suddenly destroyed. The juice splashed on my face. I felt and heard something close to my ear. "And that is Allison. She is our Sniper. She used a Remington M24 SWS."

Ten miles away, on a rooftop across from Blackpine’s estate, a sniper adjusted the lens on a modified thermal scope. “Confirming target,” he whispered. Inside the scope: a faint heat signature, child-sized, walking toward a balcony window. “Target moving. No security detail.” The woman on the comms replied coldly, “Execute. On my mark.” But as the sniper adjusted, the scope glitched. Then went black. Then overheated—the screen flaring red before the device sparked and burned in his hands. He swore, dropping it, fingers blistering. And in the moment between pain and confusion, the wind rose—sharp and wrong.

“The system said the gun isn’t compatible.” Confused, the party spent some time troubleshooting. It made little sense to the professionals that a functional gun couldn’t accept a compatible bullet. Where was that incompatibility? The machine gun rounds and sniper rounds were the same type of ammunition. Technically, there should not be an issue. Thinking from a gamer’s perspective, Zen observed closer. Besides the sniper rifle crafted from the area slime boss’ lungs, Zen noticed something else devastating. Everyone was using the same equipment from before the Egg Hunt, except for Oritha, who joined them after.