Paragon

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"–adjust two points left and five up." I spoke calmly to Mack as he levelled his scope onto the valley beneath us. I kept the spotting scope steady on the make shift road that ran towards the facility they would not reach.

This was merely a few scientists and some rather unsavoury chemical material that needed to remain out of further reach. No matter which side this was for, I could at least agree that bioweapons were not a favourite of mine no matter which side used them.

The thermal gear and white ghillie suit was starting to itch. I resisted the urge to tear it off entirely and finish the targets myself. Patience.

"Roger." He murmured, making the adjustments beside me.

We still had approximately five minutes until their ETA. Mack kept his eye trained on his shot and reached his free hand into his pocket simultaneously to draw out a crinkling object. He slowly took a bite out of it and chewed against his scope. I smirked as he offered it to me wordlessly.

"I'm good."

"Picked this up in the States last month. Best jerky on the planet." He grunted, tearing off another bite with his teeth.

"I'll take your word for it." I murmured, inhaling the interesting blend of honey and barbecue over the dried meat. I supposed I would have enjoyed it if food appealed to me. 

We were silent for a few moments more, just watching the valley of snow covered trees beneath us in our covered enclave in the rocks. Mack adjusted his body carefully before settling back against the scope.

"So, you got a man, Fletcher?" 

I grinned. "I don't, Mack."

He chuckled, "Don't be such a virgin."

"I think it's safe to leave that skill with you." I returned calmly, resisting a smirk.

"When's the last time you got laid then?" He returned just as simply. 

Bloody mercenaries.

"48 hours ago. Target is two minutes out." I added, trying painfully hard not to laugh at the situation and his lack of seriousness towards it.

"Having a hard time believing you. Did you pay for it?" He asked.

I sniggered against the rock face this time unable to keep it together at this mortal's sheer audacity.

"Sounds like your Friday night, Mack. Or is it only work days they take you?" I drawled.

He giggled into the scope like a child. Then slotted a .50 Cal round into the chamber as the snow swept up in a cloud that showed us the closing convoy.

"If you want to fuck me, Fletcher, I won't ask for any money. How's that?" He murmured, tracing their trajectory.

I smiled darkly, watching the convoy speed and movement through my spotter scope. We would handle the last vehicle, the four others–including Ash's pair–would take vehicles in the middle and front. Armoured sides and windows which meant a few well placed charges on trees would allow us to compromise those windows. We were simply overwatch.

"If I need to pay you–we know something has gone very wrong." I murmured. His smile returned at my words, "–adjust three points left and maintain height." I finished.

"Roger." He answered in the same monotone. 

"Have you got someone special, Mack?" I said calmly, "–other than your right hand?"