An Oneshot story for my KBN character called Scar. He is known to be one of the heaviest KBN due to him having his armor enhanced with a special material that is heat resistant and unable to crack after multiple hits, but the armor can be compromise...
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It's five am in the morning, Scarlet and I have set up the fifty-millimeter rifle and set it two feet and five inches from the opening in the wall we crafted. The target is sitting at a distance of twenty-six thousand, four hundred feet that's at least five miles, or eight thousand and forty-six point seven, two meters. My position in district 141 to the central tower of FNH2 is in the South elevation is at least five or ten degrees, depression can not go above negative three, or I'll be hitting unnecessary objects decreasing the bullet's travel time.
Using my custom scope and enhanced eyesight, I was capable of seeing the words on a paper on his desk. "How long do I have to stay prone staring at the building?" I asked.
"He'll be there in the next five minutes, so be patient," Scarlet answered as she observed the target through her binoculars.
"Have you thought of an escape plan? You know Ravent, Lisa, and SHUNNF would be on my ass after taking this shot."
She peered her eyes to me and said, "I know that's why you are talking to a hologram while the real me is in your core, so it would be easier for us to escape and meet up with Sasha."
"Basically you left the escape plan to me, and MacMiller?"
"Of course, I trust you to deal with the issue after all," she smiled and disappeared.
"This is ridiculous," I muttered.
"Scar, can you hear me?" asked MacMiller.
"Yes, sir, I can," I answered.
"Remember what I've taught you when you were practicing with Sasha in firing from a long-range. Taking everything into account is extremely recommended; wind speed, humidity, earth's curvature, and the Coriolis effect. For all those, what I have listed shall affect the bullet's flight path even if it's going MACH eleven," he stated.
"I already took those into account I haven't forgotten your teachings. You were like a father... I never had to be frank with you, sir," I said, tightly holding onto the gun's grip.
"Hmph, that's great to hear, but we are all now counting on you to pull this off, so best of luck to you," he said before disconnecting.
"I just hope nothing goes wrong for us to try again," I murmured to myself.
Five minutes had passed, Mr. Zone stood outside his office, talking to his wife, business associates, and Lisa.
Lisa must be his personal guard or something, I thought as I zoomed to her face.
Even in military uniform, she's beautiful as she stood proudly with her hands placed behind her.
