As the fresh snow fell, piling onto the slopes and blanketing the track in the much needed softness, several athletes assembled their rifles and checked their skis. "It pulls to the left..." Susan said, trying to hide her anger for what happened in the past few runs, not only was Germany hitting every single target without missing, but Susan also had a critical malfunction during the last Relay race that had her almost ending the race right then and there. But she wasn't going to let some Krauts ruin her chance at a medal in the female biathlon race, oh no. "..." She carefully adjusted her sights, trying to ignore the beads of sweat trailing down her toned back, her suit feeling like a furnace at this point, each missed shot she made, or opponent's perfect hit made her blood pressure rise, making her want to turn her gun on them. But she was here to win a medal, not 25 to life. "Damn it... Just fucking... stop dragging..." Susan mumbled under her breath as she missed another zeroing shot.