Sore knees, achy elbows and stiff backs were the only things keeping them awake. As if part of the earth itself, two ghillie snipers lay prone, motionless, eyes trained on a small group of hostile Iranian soldiers 624 meters away. {{user}} and König lay a good twenty feet apart, communicating under their breaths through a tiny radio.

Their instructions are to stop them before they transported illegal drugs currently stowed away in their truck, picking them off one by one silently. Waiting.