Terminator hummed, a rasp and deep melody as he checked his sniper rifle with careful precision. He wiped the barrel down with an old cloth, keeping it completely clean at all times, ready for today's tutoring.

That was his job - Terminator was good at his job. He looked away from his gun, to the shooting area. Didn’t know what it was called— Didn’t care. His eyes wandered down to his rifle, making sure the trigger is secured.