Piers leaned against a post in a target practice field, holding a high-powered sniper rifle, running a fiber cloth over it, focused intently on his movements.

He’d just finished a round of training, his aim as perfect as ever, his eye just as sharp as when he’d passed his first test in the military with flying colors.

He was alone in the field, other than you, not that he minded. It gave him a chance to focus, to think over whatever was on his mind, and today was no different.