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The fourth sniper corrected her mistakes, putting down the enemy on the rooftop across from her. The first shot had missed, and the second landed in the man’s shoulder. With this bullet, she took her time, aiming carefully. She was rewarded with the sight of her burning piece of metal burrowing into her opponent’s forehead. It exploded through the back of his skull, looking like a popping water balloon. The lifeless head and torso plummeted to the rooftop.
The shooter found another target. This one would be a walk in the park. She saw a cluster of guys running to a building, and then her partner on the ground shot one of them in the ankle. As he lay there, the woman put a slug in the back of his head. This ended the surrounding criminals’ feeble efforts to save him. She was rewarded with the front of the man’s head bursting outward, splattering his partners with viscous crimson blood.
Ray had an enemy in his sights. He took a deep breath, squeezing the trigger while exhaling, but stopped when he heard a sound. A sniper round cut through the battle. Ray released his finger from the trigger, certain that he had killed the final marksman. His only hope was that his partner had recovered from his injury, and fired the shot that he just heard. Ray’s ears proved this expectation wrong as he found the noise’s location. He moved his scope toward the building that imprisoned Haley.
Michael waited until he heard the staccato of bullets stop, and leaned out from behind the doorway. Along with his partners, he sent a volley of lethal metal at the obstacles that were hiding their enemies. Most missed their targets, digging into or ricocheting off walls, sidewalks, streets and cars. But a small number of them hit the assassins with satisfying spurts of blood. This didn’t kill many of Michael’s opponents, but it did slow them down.
The hit man with Matt dropped the arm that he was holding. His wounded partner was dead. He looked at the brain tissue and gore that were splattered all over his pants. Letting the inert limb fall to the ground, he wiped the clingy guts off himself, backing up quickly. There was a hole where the upper part the killer’s face used to be. A chaotic crater showed the leaking internal workings of the lifeless brain. Bits and pieces of nerves and fibres spilled and dripped from the chasm’s edges, piling up on the cold concrete. The man watched the wound crumble into fragments for a minute until he was snapped back into the battle. One of his partners clasped their hand on his shoulder.
The sniper who had helped Matt lay motionlessly on the cement rooftop. This was his tomb. His sniper rifle sat uselessly beneath him. It could have been used to push back the renewed surge of enemies.
Aaron decided to break out of the corner that he had been painted into. He yelled his plan to the killers next to him. Waiting until a wall of covering fire was set up, he jumped into the open. His feet rapidly carried him to a deserted vehicle. It was right in front of a wall, which meant that all of his targets would be in one direction.
The fourth sniper saw a man rush out from behind a building. His partners provided covering fire as he made a beeline for a parked car. The marksman tracked her target’s movements, getting a lead on him. She adjusted the focus on her scope and took a deep breath in one fluid motion. Then she put her finger on the trigger. A split second before the man reached the vehicle that was being riddled with bullets, he leapt from the ground in a frantic dive. She squeezed her trigger at the same moment.