Sniper X Scout Novels & Stories

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.

Some kind of fluid sprayed out, dark and oily and wrong. It stumbled. For just a second, maybe less, it was off-balance, its perfect calculations disrupted by unexpected damage. I drove my dagger into its eye socket, the blade sinking deep into whatever served as its brain. The scout shrieked—a sound that was more electronic feedback than organic scream, like speakers blowing out and metal grinding and something breaking at the fundamental level. It staggered back, clawing at its face with jerky, uncoordinated movements. "WEAK POINT IDENTIFIED!" another scout announced, its voice cutting through the chaos. "OCULAR SENSORS VULNERABLE. ADJUSTING COMBAT PROTOCOLS. SHARING TACTICAL DATA."

A seasoned scout standing to Jax's left slowly lowered his tactical rifle, his chest heaving as his hands physically shook against the metal stock. "But sir... I don't know if I can," the scout stammered, his voice tight with a deep, instinctual panic that overrode his training. He was asking a wolf to fire on the face of his own Alpha. "I mean... they look just like you and Jax. And..." The scout swallowed hard, looking physically ill as his trembling finger pointed deeper into the shadowed cavern.

His hands, gripping the haptic rifle in the real world, were sweating. He didn't aim for the head. Ren adjusted his crosshairs, aiming precisely at the tiny gap between the VIP's torso and the Scourge Elite's primary weapon arm. I'm sorry, Ren thought to the desperate man behind the alien mask. Crack. The sniper round tore through the air. It completely severed the Scourge Elite's arm at the digital shoulder joint. The alien roared in agony, its weapon dropping to the floor. The VIP hostage scrambled away, instantly running toward Leo's massive Juggernaut armor for scripted protection.

“Ready to hunt boys.” Stevie’s hand brushes mine. “I know I am.” Hushed growls agree all around me. “Rowan, Huge, stay with the supplies— Before I can finish, a rustle behind us snaps my focus around. Something moves in the brush. I spin, grab, and haul the figure forward—young, fast, but not fast enough. He hits the ground hard, a blade clattering from his hand. He’s wearing Nightshade colors. “Scout,” Stevie says, aiming her arrow.

"While I'm at it, I would like to make a request to borrow Scorpion to collect the blue eggs. Most of the new recruits aren't very good at this egg hunt." Puzzled, Zen looked at Sasha. Wasn't the Scorpion following Team Freedom's leader? The Russian sniper explained the team's dynamic. Scorpion and Controlled Berserker couldn't be separated and acted as a pair no matter what happened. After Controlled Berserker was injured, the couple retreated to recover and stay out of danger. "They're preparing for a rematch, but I need Scorpion's help to get the blue eggs. It might take you some time to handle the blue eggs and their poison, and we need time to search for the black eggs."

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.

I closed the distance in four silent, blinding strides, coming up behind the scout just as he raised his gloved hand to plant a magnetic beacon on the cabin’s secondary junction box. I dropped my rifle onto its sling, lunged forward, and wrapped my broad forearm around his throat in a sleeper grip, driving my tactical blade straight through the soft tissue beneath his shoulder blade, severing the nerve cluster before he could even draw a breath to scream. The scout went limp instantly in my grip, his weapon dropping silently into the deep powder. I dragged his heavy frame into the thick underbrush beneath a fallen pine tree, stripping his tactical belt to check his radio frequency. The radio

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.

AVA Without another word, Hunter moves swiftly away from the lockers, passing by his two friends whose names I'm guessing are Preston and Gomorey. They had been gawking at Hunter with a mischievous grin playing on their lips, and Hunter didn't waste a chance to shoot them both with his penetrating glare. I noticed their pupils retrench as they stared at him, meaning they were conversing with each other through mindlink. It was brief, lasting a couple of seconds before Hunter turns left and straight down the now-empty halls.