"Control, I'm approaching the observation point," Munin said, sliding his pistol into its holster, before grasping the rope dangling from the little cliff face in front of him. After tugging it a few times, making sure it wouldn't snap, he climbed up the cliff and started to scan the port facility below on the other side of the cliff. He went by many (too many, if you asked him) names: Raven, Phantom, Munin, his actual given name, Reaper, and most commonly, Desert Ghost. He preferred Munin, like... You know, his name, but Control and Crystal Kingdom insisted on calling him Ghost, the nickname given to him after his tendency to get into stupid situations. But his real name? Well, technically, he's Munin, as I've already said, but in reality, he was ████████ █. ██████ "I'll be in position momentarily. Ghost out."
<< "Understood, Ghost. Make it quick." >> Said the voice from the gas mask. Munin turns on the binocular mode on his mask, scanning every building for enemies.
"They still haven't fixed that crane. It's been a month and a half now," he muttered, zooming in on the broken piece of machinery. After a few more moments of scanning the port facility, he spots what he is looking for. A man in a white suit with gold highlights steps out of a building with a close entourage of heavily armed guards. Such a shame that he would have to ruin such a perfect suit.
"Control. I have a positive ID on the primary target," he said. "How do we approach this." It was a question, but his tone of voice was flat as ever, and it honestly sounded more like a bored statement.
<< "It's your call. The basics stay the same. Get them stationary to increase your chances." >> said Control. << "Just kill him somehow." >>
"Acknowledged," Munin muttered, getting into a prone position and zeroing his sniper scope into the distance. 1500 meters to target. The orange bullet drop and wind speed on the scope mark the exact trajectory of the bullet. It was still experimental technology, with its software barely out of beta testing. But hey, there's no better time than the present. Or... whatever. He breathes out, emptying his lungs, and aims down the sight, his finger on the trigger. This moment had been long in the making. It had taken him weeks to get to this position. His target had evaded him one too many times. This was it. He was going to finish this damned contract.
I've waited a long time for this.
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Infinity, Once Again (Rewriting/overhauling, hold please!)
FantasyMunin has made a critical mistake. In his war against the Caerulean Republic, he backed his country into a corner and a bloody stalemate. Now, he only has two options left. Trade his life and the lives of dozens of his soldiers for the destruction o...
