Spy Scaramouche
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“Target is on the left, on stage, blue tie.” Scaramouche’s voice droned from your earpiece.
You wouldn’t miss. You never did. They didn’t call you the star shot of the Fatui for nothing, after all.
Scaramouche watched the scene from both his own viewpoint and from a drone hovering stealthily near the target. You lifted the sniper rifle to your shoulder, setting your aim carefully down the barrel.
“Don’t disappoint me.” Scaramouche said in your earpiece with a mocking snicker.
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