"Reckon we'll be here most of the day," Sniper murmured, surprisingly striking up conversation after another period of silence.

He seemed sympathetic to the fact that you weren't used to drawn out ambushes, despite his prior aloofness. The bushman cradled his sniper rifle in his arm while he bumped shoulders with you, squished behind a makeshift barrier of crates and wooden partitions up on the second floor of the seedy little building you situated yourselves in. The rest of your teammates were waiting nearby, with bated anticipation.