Charles looked at the sun as it was setting over the backdrop town, it was getting late. "stay awake dear boy, awake" he snapped back the firing pin and a bullet flew out. he took out the mag and layed it to the side. leaning it on the wall. 

he then got up and went down the ladder grabbing a bottle in a brown paper bag, taking it up stairs he took a swig. his face went from neutral to a grimaces, "wow this stuff is strong!" he stared at the bottle. he then extended to slouch on the wall, pulling his legs up to his chin he layed the gun closer to him the mag in place without the cocking.

he sat there going through his emergency essential supplies: M9, Fixable Bayonet, M1 Grand, Food for a Week, Enough Ammo for a Small Armoury and a small radio.

he just sat there waiting for the moment to strike again.