Sniper X Scout Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Zak—spin up a capture team. Quiet. If Mau gets me an arrow, you put eyes on the head of it.” Zak nodded. “Snipers, net guns, shock lines. No hero shit. We tag and track before we take a shot.” Jake’s jaw flexed. “And if we get a clean shot?” Sorenson held his gaze. “Then we take the city back in one pull.” A distant howl lapped at the tents like surf; another answered from farther off, then broke—cut short, like someone pinched a wire. Kimberly’s tablet jittered. The spikes on the EEG trace surged for a breath, then settled.

"The next man who opens his fucking mouth without my permission gets a bullet between his eyes!" The crowd went dead quiet, the tension in the air stretching so tight it felt ready to snap. I walked down the metal steps, the. stopped right in front of Rylan’s two scouts. I didn't say a word to them. I didn't give them the satisfaction of a speech. I just drew my heavy combat pistol, leveled the barrel straight at the first scout's forehead, and squeezed the trigger. BANG. The loud crack echoed violently off the concrete walls. The scout collapsed instantly into the dirt, his skull shattered, his blood splashing across the boots of his companion. Before the second man could even gasp, I shift

We see them before they see us. This is the advantage of Maren's flank position — she catches the scent shift a full ten minutes before anyone else would have noticed, and the warning passes through the coalition in the specific silent language of people who've learned to communicate without words when words carry too far. Two scouts. Solaris uniform, the pale grey that marks ceremonial rank rather than combat, except these two move like combat matters more than ceremony ever did. Professional. Fast. The specific economy of people trained for exactly this kind of encounter.

— 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

Sparrow ran backwards most of the time and covered the back door. They approached the first Out Post, saw the splotch of green paint, and continued to advance. A water tower loomed ahead. Private Huff, one of the few humans good enough to join the unit, raised his bolt action sniper's rifle and fired. A body fell from above and smashed into a garbage can. The second Out Post had been neutralized. The troopers moved forward. Winnie threw a scrap of metal at the fence, saw the sparks fly, and waited for the rest of the squad. The security team fired, and the scouts took cover. Winnie shouted the order: "Earsharper! Make a hole!"

Jace whirled, dragging me with him as another scout lunged from the shadows, blade raised. The scout’s blade came down in a silver arc. Jace caught it mid-strike, claws sparking against the runes etched into the steel. His growl rattled through the trees as he twisted, snapping the man’s wrist and hurling him into the ground. Tyler buried his knife in another scout’s throat, dragging it across with brutal precision. Black ichor hissed on the blade as the body crumbled to dust. I barely had time to breathe before the last scout lunged at me, faster than the others. His blade nicked my arm, the sting searing. Pain snapped my control. The runes under my skin flared like wildfire. Silver flames

But Shane’s scent was here, clear as day. Shane spotted the rebels clan out near the edge of the village, looking across the pack. Shane only had two helpers backing him up, and with an attack force of only three, it stood to reason that he would be trying to go straight for the jugular by taking out the alpha. Moments later, Scar located Shane and his goons, creeping along on four legs downwind of the rebels, slowly advancing on to their direction , their tails twitching in impending attack.

Strider then asked, "Are you all ready?" "Yes, sir!" "All right! Move out!" he shouted. The nineteen-year-old had shown a unique side of himself ever joining Wyvern Peak. Everyone ran and swiftly headed toward the base upon Strider giving the signal. Scouts and snipers went their separate ways in groups of two. One sniper and one scout traveled together, forming a buddy system. From their advantageous location, they secured a path for their comrades to pass through. *** Strider's team sprang into action. Regardless of what position they were in, they only had one objective—to take back the base and secure their supplies.

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