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I can see quite a bit off, this building is the perfect height. I reach into my gym bag and quietly remove the rifle parts, taking care not to crack the thin lenses on my scope. The radio cracks to life as I finish assembling the Dragunov. "Ryou, are you in position?" my employer asks, his tone tense. I don't know why they hired me, the US military has enough snipers doesn't it? Oh well, the pay will be decent... Just cause a distraction and leave. I slide a magazine into the Drag, and feel it click into place. "I'm ready, just tell me when..." I mutter into the mic on my jacket, resting my cheek on the rifle and looking through the scope. The targets are ugly ones, torn up, veteran looking men. I can see most of the scouts and soldiers as well as their own snipers, who seem to be asleep. Good, maybe if I fire while they sleep, it would give the Troops a chance to take them out. I squeeze off a round and it digs a hole in the concrete in front of a soldier's boot. The soldier jumps, startled, and tries to find the origin. "Glad they're human... I'd be screwed if they had senses like mine..." I whisper, keeping my voice low. Two more rounds, one strikes the tire of one of the jeeps, the second knocks down a camping point. Next came the gunfire, loud and constant, M-16 carbines, if I'm not mistaken. I disassemble the Drag and place it back into my gym bag, which I discard on the way out, in a small trash can.