Novel & Cerita Sniper X Scout

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.

Sniper rounds wouldn't even scratch the surface of it. "Let's move out," I said, making sure to move slowly enough that we didn't lose contact. "Wait!" Xander jerked back. "Up top!" Scarlet screamed at the same time. Xander jumped back behind the wall. "You hit?" I asked Xander through our implant link. Scarlet, Ransom, and I were running to the truck. "I'm good. We forgot Scarlet's stuff." "Give me two. I'll get them in the truck. Come back for you."

Just as they were about taking their leave with Scorpion and Dragon also coming out of their various posts with their members; they heard a gunshot and froze when someone landed on the floor. It was Scorpion, the bullet pierced through his chest beside his left breast, as he gasps for breath. No one knows where the shot came from as they all believed to have killed everyone. Not until the shot came again but missed its target. Macho followed the direction of the shot as the others took cover. It was a sniper and someone was controlling it from afar. He pulled put a bomb, throwing it with all his strength towards that direction as it exploded on meeting its victim. Scorpion was still lying on

— 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

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