Scout X Sniper Novels & Stories

Making them merge with the other groups. We train daily. We are responsible for learning as many tactics as possible. I as well as both betas and James are the main snipers. We usually are the first to arrive at the scene and the last to leave the scene. We gotta specialize in everything. From artillery to, combat, human and wolf form. Our specialty consists of different martial arts, combat, being the best with weapons, and my favorite.... being swift with the sword. There's just something about ripping a vamps head off with one single swift from my blade. Almost like a knife going through butter.

— a rank of werewolves who are assigned to search for missing people. Aside from searching for missing people, a scout’s job also includes gathering information or intel inside and outside the Pack to gain knowledge and formulate a strategic plan based on the information gathered. In the human world, they are somewhat equivalent to spies or the CIA. Only the Nightshade Pack has such a rank in their Pack. That rank was only invented as a solution to have a specific team of experts whose main goal is to search for their missing Luna or Sebastian’s sister. The scouts of Nightshade Pack are highly trained, and they are experts when it comes to searching for information and even people. With the

And then he says, “Good, because we might just kill everyone else who knows. Keep this a secret, huh, and we won’t have a problem.” I understand what the huge guy says again. And as to this, I see how he picks out a gun from the shelf compartment and blows on it with his mouth. “M24 Sniper Weapon System, Serial Number: M24SWS-7489B12. You just need to find the tallest building, place it on the placement, and fire. This beauty here has the capacity to travel longer ranges. Matriarch Alessandra is already dead meat if you use this weapon,” the huge guy says.

I dashed out through the window, shifting mid-air, fur sprouting, body changing. The surface of the next building to mine was what I grabbed to hold my stand. Then I landed, pulling myself up with my strength. I sprinted across buildings, leaping across rooftops with speed. Terrifying. The sniper was nowhere to be found, but I tracked him down with his scent. The smell of burnt gunpowder. Wolfsbane and hollow moon pack. Then I found him, retreating and trying to run. Masked. In a tactical gear. Runes glowing along his spine.

"But it just accepted your offering. Drop the weapon." The scout hesitated, his eyes darting toward the hole in the ground. "I won't tell you again," Arung growled, his finger whitening on the trigger. The scout threw his rifle into the brush. "Don't kill me. I’m just a technician. I don't know what’s happening here. They told us it was just a survey mission." "They lied," Arung said. He moved in, slamming the butt of his weapon into the man’s temple. The scout dropped like a stone, collapsing onto the wet moss.

I closed the distance in four silent, blinding strides, coming up behind the scout just as he raised his gloved hand to plant a magnetic beacon on the cabin’s secondary junction box. I dropped my rifle onto its sling, lunged forward, and wrapped my broad forearm around his throat in a sleeper grip, driving my tactical blade straight through the soft tissue beneath his shoulder blade, severing the nerve cluster before he could even draw a breath to scream. The scout went limp instantly in my grip, his weapon dropping silently into the deep powder. I dragged his heavy frame into the thick underbrush beneath a fallen pine tree, stripping his tactical belt to check his radio frequency. The radio

I lunged from the brush, knife flashing. The blade sank into his shoulder. He howled, snapping at me, but I was already moving. Another strike to the throat. He dropped, gurgling, dead before he hit the ground. The scouts reacted instantly. Shouts. Steel drawn. Kael was already on them, a whirlwind of speed and violence. I didn’t hesitate. I moved. One scout came at me, sword raised. I ducked low, swept his legs, and drove my knife into his thigh.

— Pilot: Tourniquet Role: Advanced Reconnaissance Loadout: Federal Shipyards “Prowler” Light Scout Chassis [B] Myrmidon Technology “Longbow” Modular Rifle Platform [B] Federal Shipyards “Adjudicator” Electromace [B] Federal Shipyards “Eagle Eyes” DeepScan Sensor Suite (SM) [A] — Tourniquet advanced forward cautiously in the Dark Forest, hyper aware of his surroundings. He was, after all, deep in enemy lines. His sensors were on full blast, but in a very narrow cone aimed straight at Xylo.

2 minutes later: "Unit three report! Targets on sight, but vision is kind of blurry. I don't know what is happening, but we can't get a better view of them. Copy." Janet. "Shit shit shit! How is that possible? Unit three, Shine what is your report? Copy." Gal asked. "Same issue here, copy." Anthony. "Fuck! What type of sniper is Sharpe with again?" Mercury asked. "A1 AS50. That's the best sniper, with a good compass range. What could possibly go wrong?" I asked looking around, all my senses at alert. Then it was time for the speech, the President with the Six Brigades and Mercury and I, made for the podium.

He adjusted the scope slightly. Trying to find another angle. But the child stayed too close. Then— The boy kissed Trisha’s cheek. The sniper froze. His eye focused on the boy’s face. And his pupils suddenly shrank. “…Wait.” The sniper leaned closer to the scope. Studying the child. Dark hair. Sharp eyes. That expression— “No shot tonight.” Within seconds, the weapon disappeared into a long black case. “I need to report to boss.” The shadow behind the window vanished.