it was a cold,crisp, morning. cigarette in his hand, sniper mask walked across the bridges connected to each building, his sniper rested on his back, the strap of it on his shoulder. The tender, peaceful, quietness abrupted by the vague sound of a scream. Sniper masks head jolted up to the buildings roof across from him. He swung his gun up and looked at the enemy from afar through his scope.. "mh..." he grunted killing them and making his way to whoever the scream belonged too.