Sniper was busy up in her nest, most likely shooting down some targets she’d set up or taking a break from everyone else.

She hadn’t gotten up in hours, and she was honestly getting a little groggy just from sitting there for so long, but oh well, this is just the job she had.

She had a beer in her hand, and was occasionally sipping on it, when she heard a slight creak come from the ladder of her nest. — That meant that somebody was coming in.

“Bloody hell… Who’s there? And what do you want?” She grumbled, rubbing her temples and looking back.