Prologue

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2552, April 22nd
1700 hours

It all boiled down to this; this one shot. That was a sniper's motto, "one shot, One Kill." Anything more was just overkill, and only succeeded in giving away good cover.

Lieutenant Fawkes hefted his S2, the sight from his scope displayed conveniently in front of his eyes on his HUD. '2 degrees down' he thought, 'crosswind at 12.' He made the necessary adjustments and then took a deep breath. His hands steadied, and the small green reticle stopped moving.

The alien sniper in his sights moved, trotting to the right.

"Goddammit!" James whispered harshly. He had been waiting for well over two hours in some tree waiting for just the right moment when that bird-like bastard moved away from its squad. And then it had to feel like pacing.
The Helljumper took a deep breath, steadying his hands once more as a couple high ranked elites walked towards the skirmisher, the human sniper groaned. It looked like he should call in for some help this time.

"Echo-348, this is Bravo-26. Requesting party favors at sector 7, ranged north north-east, 35.7 meters on my location; over."

"Roger that, Bravo-26. Party favors are popping."

James smirked, steadying in on the skirmisher again. Ten feet away from the Covenant foot soldiers, several loud bangs echoed through the forest as seven m9 grenades detonated. The elites loudly snarled orders as they drew their energy swords, moving quickly towards the noise. The alien sniper honed in on the source of the explosions, it's headgear lighting up as it zoomed in for a shot.

The Lieutenant steadied his breathing. He breathed in twice before holding it in as he took the shot. A single loud 'CRACK!' echoed through the trees, followed shortly by a dull 'thud' as the skirmisher hit the forests floor.

"Echo-348, the trees are clear, repeat, all sniper's have been eliminated. You are clear to proceed to crow's nest."

"Roger that, Bravo-26. Proceeding to crow's nest, over."

Lieutenant James Fawkes smirked as he patted his S2. One shot. One kill.

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