Sniper X Scout Novels & Stories

"Bring in the supplies. All of them." He looked back at me, his expression still hard but less hostile. "You're in luck. We're Wood Pack scouts, and Tessa here is a healer." His eyes narrowed again. "But if you're lying about Rennick, or if this is some kind of trap..." He left the threat unspoken. "Who the fuck are you?" * * *

The scout said sucking in a broken breath. “Vampires?” Dante asked as his gaze sharpened. “Yes. But they were already inside.” The scout said and everything inside me went still. “How many dead?” I asked. “Too many.” He said as his mouth trembled. “Where’s Kyle?” Dante asked. “Alive. Furious.” The scout managed to say. The scout grabbed my wrist suddenly and his fingers were slick with blood. “They knew the patrol routes. They knew the weak doors and the blind spots. They moved through the packhouse like someone had walked them in.” He said.

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

I shouted, tackling Elena as a dart whistled through the air where she'd been standing. Jax growled, shifting partially into his wolf form. "Where are they?" I drew my blades, eyes tracking the slight movement in the underbrush. "Three o'clock, two hostiles. More at our six." Tomas sniffed the air furiously. "I can't smell anything!" "Trust your eyes, not your nose," I directed, falling easily into combat mode. "Move in pairs, watch for traps underfoot." I barely finished speaking before the forest exploded in chaos. Syndicate scouts in black tactical gear swarmed from hidden places. These weren't killers like me—these were information gatherers, armed for defense rather than killing.

There was a metallic click sound on rocks. The eyes of Tyra opened. “They discovered us.” I could see movement of trees through the broken windows. Black figures falling down, coming down to the ground with no sound. Council Scouts. Their metal limbs shone in the dark, and their faces were covered by black visors. The latter one knelt and examined the ground with a sort of instrument. It stopped and cocked its head. Then it said into a communicator, “Target found, everything is united, communicate in thirty seconds."

said Aiden angrily. The man was really annoying since they were placed in the same division. Unfortunately he couldn't avoid the man because to be honest Ryuki's shooting ability was also good. Even the man could be used to disguise himself in the midst of the civilian population because his face was too normal. Ryuki has a perfect face, with cute dimples that people won't think he's a sniper. In contrast to him who has a cold and unfriendly face that has been feared by many people. Plus, the scratches that ran across his temples made him look like a thug who was really scary and should be shunned immediately. But face, of course, is not an obstacle to carry out his job as a sniper, because

My stomach turned hearing it. Because there shouldn’t have been windchimes or other women's voices out here. The second scout returned on foot. Alone. Shaking. His supplies are missing. Weapons. Food. Communications equipment. He insisted something followed him from the tree line. Whenever he stopped— It stopped. Whenever he moved— It moved. But every time he searched… Nothing. No scent. No tracks. Then, while Shianne examined him, he whispered: “They knew my name.” Silence followed.

— 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.

His hazel eyes met Hunter’s, relaying a calm professionalism he appreciated. He’d worked with Scout/Snipers in the field before and had found them to be some of the best in the world. Ellis’s expertise allowed them much more operational latitude and flexibility, which Hunter considered invaluable. Beside Ellis stood Sean Dunphy, his spotter in various missions since coming to work for Titanium. Black haired, black eyed and tattooed, the ex Force Recon Marine was hell on wheels with a computer, among other things. With nothing more than a laptop and an Internet link, he could do things Hunter could never dream of. His technological skills were rivaled only by his field craft and shooting. Hun

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