Scout X Sniper Novels & Stories

she then asked. “Yeah!” He was slightly trembling but still strongly answered. Y was helping with his best in this distance using the night vision scope, he was the sniper of the group. This was requested by his twin brother. In order for him to escape immediately if something goes wrong with their plan and to be placed in the safest place as possible. X was still overprotective about him. But today he was pleased to be helpful to his brother and not just a burden. Their Boss Matt was also helping him for the coordinates.

The stories these trees could tell, he thought as he glanced around quickly, the tales of wanderers going hiking, never to be found again. James Schwartz had positioned himself in such a way that he could see the slope from where the car would emerge. Having donned his camouflage jacket, he blended well with the dull brown of the world around him. Having been a sure shot snipe in the US Army for many years, he was already calm and watchful, alert as ever, his mind clear as he focused on sounds and movement. He shut an eye and peered through the scope. He had had the foresight to dismantle the sniper rifle and bring it along, apart from the small revolver he always carried. Now he waited, swe

But she also knew it was true. Xavier held her gaze for a long moment. "He has your survival instinct," he said. "And he has something I've never seen before in someone his age. He knows who he is. Whatever they tell him about himself, whatever pressure they apply, he already knows what he is. That's not nothing." "It's not enough," Aria said. "No," Xavier admitted. "But it's something." The first scout returned at dawn, breathless and mud-streaked from moving fast through mountain terrain.

Carson removed the safety of the sniper rifle. In the whole squad, Carson had the highest grade when it came to using long-ranged weaponry so he was equipped with a powerful sniper rifle. While it couldn’t kill a hunter or conduit in one shot, it could deliver a hefty amount of damage. Carson thought of the hibernating hunter. Could concentrated sniper rifle shots make it take enough damage to force it to hibernate? Carson looked at the gun in his hands. As long as he was focused, he could accurately hit a target that was around 600 meters away from him.

"Try to keep up." They fell on the scouts like wolves breaking from the brush. Kieran's blade took the first man clean across the throat before he could stand. Selena ducked under a wild swing, her dagger punching up into the soft flesh beneath a man's chin. Blood spattered her cheek, warm against the cold. She pivoted, caught the wrist of another, twisted until the bones popped and the sword dropped to the snow. A shout cracked through the clearing , the wounded scout lunging for a fallen bow. Elric's arrow found him first, pinning him to the frost-hard ground.

The intense urge to catch her was strong but he couldn't do that at the sacrifice of his men. "YOU MOTHERF*CKERS! GREET YOUR FATHER," Hunter snarled, charging at them. Both of his claws extended out as he slashed one of the men. Instead of tossing his body away, he ripped his insides out as blood spurts on his face but he was smiling. The looks on the faces of his enemies were magnificent. They looked terrified. Hunter's men shifted into their wolf form as they lunged at the enemies. Including Hunter, there were only four of them while the enemies were nine in number.

"We can’t shift! They’re picking us off the second we break cover!" "Then stop running like dogs and start moving like soldiers!" Sebastian’s silhouette appeared through the smoke on the east ridge. He wasn't in wolf form. He held a high-caliber sniper rifle, his shoulder absorbing the brutal recoil as he systematically popped the sensors on the Aegis drones. "Target the optics! They can't hit what they can't see! Move, you bastards!" A Blackwood warrior, blood streaming from a shrapnel wound in his shoulder, spat on the dirt. "The Cole Alpha... he’s actually got balls."

Some kind of gravity urges me to lean into him, but I don’t dare. Eventually, he clears his throat and meets my eyes again. “When we scout, we go in pairs,” he says. “We could do that. We could be scouts together.” I understand what he’s saying. If we’re going to do this—and we have to do this—it can’t be like before. There can’t be a bad guy. So we’ll be in it together. “Okay. How do scouts work?” Some tension leaves his body. “Well, usually, one of us keeps an eye out for threats while the other looks for signs of prey.”

The first scout fell for the lie without fault, already turning to head in the direction shown, but his teammate halted him with a firm hand to the shoulder. "I already went East. If the girl's sent was there, I'd kn-" a loud gurgle cut into his phrase, followed by the shock howl of his packmate as the scout fell to the ground, blood oozing from a fresh wound in his neck. "TRAITOR!" Realizing what was happening, the second scout barreled into Zak, sending them both tumbling to the ground. I quickly launched out of my hideout, but Zak was quick to kill his opponent, rising from the short fight with a mere cut beneath this eye.

Close enough that we could see their equipment, their dark uniforms, the way they moved with practiced, dangerous skill. They stopped. One of them turned, looking directly down toward the slope where we lay hidden. My heart hammered in my chest. I felt the cold rock against my cheek. I felt Theron’s hand resting gently but firmly on my back, reassuring me, telling me to stay still. The scout stood there for a long moment, sweeping the ground below with his gaze. He was looking for movement. For color. For anything that did not belong. He was looking for us. But he was looking for something that did not know the mountain. He was looking for something that looked out of place.