A clear, elderly voice came through the bone-conduction headset. "Fox, do you have eyes on the target?"
The assassin lay concealed on a rooftop in the night, her sniper rifle set up as she watched a gathering in an open area below through a high-powered electronic scope. Her breathing was steady, her heartbeat slow. She had minimized every factor that could interfere with her shot. Her exceptional physical conditioning clearly made her well suited to this line of work.
The electronic scope was in thermal imaging mode, allowing her to clearly distinguish the heat signatures of humans from monsters that had human shapes but abnormally low body temperatures.
"Whistler, I see the targets entering the gathering. Two of them, matching the intel. Permission to fire? Repeat, permission to fire?" "Go ahead, girl. Don't let either of them get away."
The instructions through her headset made Fox want to cheer. Instead, she suppressed her excitement and channeled it all into her finger as she pulled the trigger!
Through the scope, the vampire she shot burned straight to ash, leaving not even an ember behind. Watching the monster burn away, Fox felt as though her very soul had been elevated.
Only by sending those who deserved death to hell could this world become a better place. That was the conviction that had led her to take up a gun and become an assassin.
The M40A3 Sniper Rifle used a manually operated rotating bolt. Fox worked it swiftly and precisely, chambering the next round without jostling the rifle more than necessary. The entire process took barely half a breath.
The second target foolishly crouched where he stood, hoping to locate the shooter, without even trying to find cover. But how could an ordinary, untrained person locate a sniper so easily?
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