Scout X Sniper Novels & Stories

Percy yelled out and the guy's hand froze on the image, as well as every other person in the room as their eyes focused on the image the black guy has his pointer on. " Not that, the one on its left, " Percy directed when he realized the guy's pointer was on the wrong image. The dark guy moved his pointer to the left and then zoomed in on the right image. The name Snipper was written under the guy with buzz-cut amber hair color, piercing green eyes, sharp cheekbones, strong square jaw, slightly wide neck covered in tattoos, and a pale skin complexion. He is twenty-eight years old Sniper is a former military discharge cause of a knee injury turned gun for higher just to survive recruited by t

His watchful eyes scan the surroundings, ensuring the safety of their journey. Hunter, adorned with his trusty spear and a dagger tucked into his wrap, takes on the crucial role of scout, swimming at the forefront of the group. His weapon of choice, a sleek and sturdy spear, is poised to strike at a moment's notice, ready to defend against any threats that may emerge. The gleaming blade of his dagger serves as a versatile tool for close-quarters combat or precise underwater tasks.

Lucas pointed, resting his weight on his elbow, leaning on the soft duvet. "I'm sure that's not true," I said, flipping through the headshots of my security team from a white portfolio. "You should meet my sniper. Best in the entire state, if not the world. Tall, gorgeous. Best of both worlds" "Bennett is ex-military with, I'm sure, a lot more experience than yours."

I said to Damien. “What was what?” He replied. I recognized that sound, it was a compound silencer. A tool The Academy gave us. It was specifically ingrained not to be able to be picked up by a Vampires super sensitive hearing. A lot of Hunters used them, I even had before.

I helped her with her hair. Eagle don’t use guns in our missions. She’s skilled in hand knives and martial arts. If Leo’s team tripled it means our ratio is 1:15. That’s nearly impossible. That’s why we will proceed with Plan B. Our Plan b is for the sniper. He will eliminate all the opponents. That’s why I was against using Plan B. I know Centaur is a very good sniper. Once he found the good spot, he could finish this mission all by himself.

He knew that the task that he had said must have been the task of killing. In fact, for the past five years, Scout has also accepted a job as an assassin. In addition to working as a architec for luxury buildings in America, Scout also does dark jobs that are solely done to get his adrenaline pumping. Playing with guns and knives is one of the pleasures that can make him forget all his sorrows. And it looks like tonight Scout Voyage has found a new target. "Master, Xaner has come," told Wills to the Scout who is eating his delicious meal.

Unlike the Knights and Soldiers, the scouts wore boring black cloth so they could blend in with their surroundings and not get caught. “Your Majesty we found them. But you will not like what I have to say.” I waved the Scout to go on, not really interested in what he thinks I will and won’t like. With a simple nod he continued. “They don’t act like bandits. For one their mercenary skills have far exceeded our expectations. I wouldn’t peg them as assassins, but they aren’t ordinary thugs and hoodlums. They have set up a base for recruitment, and what ever they recruit is either sent out to fight, or out to another unknown location. We suspect it could possibly be another base.” The General an

“Shut up, man. Your fvcking nonsense is making me want to puke.” Silvio grinned. “Then aim for the enemy. Might as well make yourself useful.” Xanthe cracked his knuckles. “Enough. It’s time to see blood.” The banter died instantly. We adjusted our earpieces and moved in silence, weapons steady. The docks stretched ahead, slick with rain, the shadows shifting under flickering streetlights. Rusted containers and abandoned cranes loomed like ghosts in an industrial graveyard. Xanthe peeled off, climbing the skeletal remains of an old crane, taking his sniper’s nest. He was our eye in the sky, the one who called the shots before they even happened.

The rogues have broken through our outer defenses! Instantly, the relative calm of the past hour shattered. Xander immediately began barking orders, his Alpha authority taking over. I knelt beside the injured scout, my hands already glowing as I worked to heal his wounds. “How many?” I asked urgently, even as I poured healing energy into him. “Dozens,” the scout panted. “Maybe more. They appeared suddenly, like dark figures in the night.” Once the scout's injuries were healed, Xander assisted him in standing up. “Sound the alarm,” he ordered. “Get every able-bodied wolf ready for battle.”

"Thanks, Mom." Xander. Xander looked out at the horizon from the perimeter of the packhouse grounds. He had offered to head the scouting team, determined to show his allegiance and commitment to the group. He was deeply affected by recent happenins, yet more determined than before to safeguard his family. "Keep your senses sharp," he told the scouts. We must be aware of all the actions taken by the rogues. Inform me right away if you notice anything out of the ordinary.