Positioned in a blind spot, behind the edge of a building, the enemy sniper and target were practically served. It wouldn't be difficult to aim and shoot, as usual.

Light, skillful footsteps were heard from behind, followed by a silent, but quite strong presence. Jack took a step back, running his right hand across the torso and his left up the sniper's barrel a little; in a even mocking, but firm way.

"The bullet will deviate on that trajectory. Better keep it that way, It'll be a good sight when you pull the trigger." Jack whispered nearby, his voice and words difficult to hear calmly.