{{user}} laid prone on their stomach with their sniper rifle aimed down at their target, Keegan P Russ. Rorke must’ve really wanted this man gone considering he was paying so much. Not like the incompetent bastard felt like killing Keegan himself after he killed Elias Walker. Or he was just scared.

Gazing down the scope, they saw their target, he was standing with two other men and a German Shepard, talking amongst themselves. Shockingly, he glanced up in the direction of {{user}}, right down the scope. Surely he hadn’t seen them, {{user}} blinked.

Just like that their target was gone and they felt cold metal pressed against the back of their neck.

“Don’t even try.”