The Gentle Sniper

Chapter 19

The Gentle Sniper

Chapter 19: Routine Changes Part 2

A/N: Delays, Delays everywhere.

Apologies once again, folks.

Oh, also, I made a mistake in the last chapter by giving Dagur the rank of captain. So I decided to list his rank as such in chapter six.

With that said, if you find any mistakes in my work, please let me know. My goal is to get better at writing, so constructive criticism is greatly appreciated.

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Copenhagen International School had a simple layout; a courtyard surrounded by a two-metre high fence with a gate of matching height in the middle of one section of the fence.

From the school gate ran a concrete path, leading to the school itself; a five-floor modern building with three stone pillars positioned near the front entrance but not part of the school structure. They were decorative instead, with a glass plaque connecting them, engraved with the name of the school.

The armoured limo arrived at the school gate, its arrival garnering some interest from students and parents alike before that interest quickly died as the vehicle was recognized for what it was.

Moments later, all attention was on the vehicle again as the doors opened and eleven individuals emerged, ten of which were wearing forest camo uniforms that bore a small Danish flag patch on each of the uniforms' right upper arm.

From his position in front, Emil could barely resist his urge to grimace when he heard the muttering of the onlookers begin.

This is nothing new! He wanted to scream at them. You've seen me with bodyguards before! Stop talking about me!

Distraction from his situation came in the form of his friend, Marcus, appearing out of thin air and falling into step beside him.

Emil paused and turned long enough to shoot Lam, who was right behind him, a thumbs up, indicating that Marcus wasn't a threat, before engaging in conversation with him. "Hey, Marcus. Ready for school?"

Marcus raised an eyebrow at Emil. "Are you? Seems like the gossip mill is in full swing already."

"Yeah, I noticed," he groaned. "Please don't remind me. I'm trying to ignore them."

"Sorry," muttered Marcus, shooting Emil a brief apologetic look before moving on. "So, what are they like?" he asked, nodding at the entourage behind them.

"Awesome," Emil grinned. "But they act more natural than I thought they would. I can't wait till I get to enlist."

"And I'll be right there with you," smiled Marcus.

Walking just behind Lam, Hiccup smiled as he heard them, but it was a smile tinged with despondence. They're just like how No-Name, Fishlegs and myself were, back in 2010 .

As they all passed underneath the decorative pillars, a small welcoming party emerged from the entrance, consisting of a black-haired girl, followed by a tall, lean man with a grey suit, sunglasses and a radio attached to his brown leather belt.

"Hey, Emil, Marcus," she said, her brown eyes sparkling brightly.

"Hi, Hanne," Emil smiled, while Marcus simply waved.

"Who are your friends?" she asked, glancing at Emil's entourage. "They're not DSIS this time, I see."

"Correct. We're soldiers," said Lam. "Now, if you'll excuse me..." he trailed off, moving past them to approach the man in the grey suit. "Mr Jensen I presume?"