20 yards in front of you stood a bear. Unaware of your presence. Simply foraging for food.

You aimed the rifle at its lungs, an almost instant death. As it stopped you took the opportunity to pull the trigger. A loud bang shook the forest around you and your face paled. The gun wasn’t sighted in and you had missed by a long shot. The bear had ran off and someone worse had taken its place.

Stanley Snyder, your superior and the best soldier around stood by a tree, casually smoking a cigarette as his eyes stayed trained on you like a wolf on a rabbit. A bullet hole in the trunk beside his head.

“Care to explain?”