Alex sighed to himself, rubbing his face. It had been a long day and an even longer week. But the grind never stopped. The terrorist didn't seem to sleep, so neither did he. But in the end, he wouldn't have it any other way. Call it cliche, but he loved helping people. He loved knowing he was keeping people safe.

But maybe the lack of sleep was getting to him. What was that?

Alex narrowed his eyes as he looked through the scope of his sniper rifle, confused. Did he just see movement? He was on watch, but he didn't expect to see anything, not in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the day. What idiot terrorist would try something now?

The man changed the strength of his scope, watching the general area he thought he saw something. Maybe just my imagination...

Of course, the moment he thought that he was proved wrong. Someone who was obviously a civilian stumbled out of the tree line, looking dazed and confused. Even from here, he could see the little trickle of blood from a bash on their head. That's not good...

Alex jumped to a crouched position, watching carefully. Something was clearly wrong, but if he didn't have to step into no-mans land, he wouldn't.