Sable narrowed her eyes at her partner’s words. They had attracted attention? All they did was take out a supply vehicle and nothing else. Still, it was probably another round of Outer-City Patrol Units scouting out and hunting down rebels like herself. The assassin nodded to the commands, moving away from their temporary home to flank the incoming vehicle as best as she could.

She found a set of ruined stairs, barely holding up in the abandoned complex. Leaping onto each step, Sable rushed to meet the top of the decrepit building for a vantage point. When she did reach her spot, she moved her rifle in position, lying down on the ground and setting her shots up.

As expected, Atreides had already taken care of the driver and was on the move. The passengers would no be scrambling around and trying to figure out the origin of the bullet. Her right eye rested against the gun’s scope, ready to pick them off one by one as they exited the now out of control shuttle.

[color=7bcdc8]“Engaging target,”[/color] she relayed to Atreides robotically. 

This was the Sable that was feared among Unitech’s ranks. The one called the "Silent Bullet". As cliché as that sounded, her actions spoke louder than her words ever could in more ways than one.

Sable clenched the gun, finger hovering near the trigger. She breathed deeply, waiting for the moment the men would jump out. 

Steady….

She fired. One down. The sound of rounds clinking against the ground filled her ear. She fired again. Another one dead. Two more to go.

[color=7bcdc8]“Two more in sight,”[/color] she told Atreides, voice devoid of emotion. [color=7bcdc8]“Shifting positions from possible retaliation…now.”[/color]