Chapter IX

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Curse you allergies, y'hear?! Curse you!

Well folks, I've been out and unable to post yesterday due to my pain in the rear allergies that happen every spring and fall, these migraines can get annoying and very painful. -.-

Either way, hope you enjoy the chapter, and as always thank you for taking your time out of your day to read my chapters, you guys rock! :)
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Three hours of cat and mouse has passed between the German sharpshooter and Katyusha, as the temperatures dropped a little and a storm seems to be approaching.

It's been a grueling, slow paced crawl through the cold, hard packed snow and earth with the dead littering the field of battle over the rail yard. However, with the on going battle raging behind her, it spurs her onwards and she continues forth with a goal in sight.

Suddenly there's crunching of snow behind her and Katya quickly stops moving to momentarily lay with the dead.

With her face halfway into the snow, she listens as the steps get nearer to her position where she lies.

The German kneels down and begins to loot the bodies around Katya, and when he was just about to begin to touch Katya in his search for loot. A few threats from a NCO sends him on his way quickly, before he even had a chance to check her.

A immediate sigh of relief escapes from Katyusha's lips, and after another minute she feels safe enough to begin moving again.

Carefully she continues her crawl forward, getting closer to the rubble she's chosen to set up at and take a shot at the sniper from.

Another fifteen minutes pass before she finally is at the area of choice, once there she crawls up onto the rubble and lies against it. She's finally set up and ready to find the enemy sharpshooter that shot at her father earlier.

Sighing a little as she relaxes, Katya draws up her rifle and slowly scans the area out in front of her, checking possible areas where she believes he might be in.

A shot from a rifle crackles out and Katyusha quickly brings her weapon to bear in the general direction of the shot. Quickly using her scope, she's desperately trying to find the man afraid that he'll get poppa again for good this time or someone else.

There's a flash of a scope glint that momentarily showed up on top of the water tower, that's over looking the rail yard with a good view of the factory as well.

Quickly now, taking a moment to acquire and confirm her target, she smiles when he fires again as the muzzle flash gave him away. However he was wearing a ghillie suit, so at first she wasn't sure until he had fire his weapon.

It's a priceless trophy that's so much greater then any dog tag or common trophy that could be taken or ever possessed, because. Only top notch, or high ranking German sharpshooters are given ghillie suits so they could do their jobs better.

The only problem will be scaling that water tower and bringing the body down unnoticed.

But the prize of a complete, white ghillie suit to match the snow is something she won't pass up to get a hold of. Plus, it'll give her a prestige reputation for coming back with a something like that after all.

Taking a range estimate and seeing it's due able from her position, from almost two hundred yards out that separates her and the German. Confident she can hit the man up on that tower, the only problem however is the wind that's picked up and is blowing from left to right.

Not caring, she lines the shot up and adjusts her scope, taking careful aim, she's determined to get that prize.

Softly inhaling the cold, crisp air she then exhales, consciously making a effort to hide her breath so it won't give her position away.

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