Colonel [url=http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2014/170/1/4/bug_tracker_by_sttheo-d7n0gaw.jpg]Atreides[/url] was watching the vitals that were being reported from the kit that Sable was carrying, noting her detachment from reality. That was not a good thing, and while he was not yelling, the soft speaking sniper officer was firm with his subtly accented drawl, something akin to old Earth southern.

[b]"Sable, welcome back to the land of reality. Good shot on target, I'll take the last one."[/b]

The older man rose from his position, unslinging a far smaller rifle than his partner and apprentice used, but always seemed to keep up with, at worse. Much to the chagrin of many. It was far more readily handled and agile, and he crept across the rooftop of his location, settling in a different spot and casually setting his rifle sight for maximum distance. Which was quite a ways away, if one thought about it, but it was one of those kind of shots.

Some corporate clowns had went and backed the big dog for the hopes of scraps from the dinner table, but thse same fellows were not the kind of resources that certain fellows would want them having. So this one was the last, and from the panic, it was clear that they were expecting the shot to come from within the range of the sound barrier breaking, and the noise it crated, keeping up. This shot, not so much, as he zeroed it in on his target, making adjustments as needed. Wind, nil, gravity, already accounted for. Distance, several ticks up on the sight, he was locked in.

The rifle kicked against his shoulder as it fired, the round moving in agonizing slow motion, agonizing to some. He knew the shot was going to connect, so he watched the round spin slowly through the air, eventually burrowing into the last man's head, carrying the remains of his head and brains out the back, and Atreides exhaled, time resuming its normal speed. It was a sense of time that was as many parts natural as it was learned, and he had it bad. Just holding his breath made everything almost stop. Good for split second moments

[b]"That is that, come on back over Sable. We need to talk."[/b]