[i]“Haze if anybody even thinks of trying to breathe on us without our permission you take them out quicker than you down those drinks that you and Daro are so fond of drinking when -”[/i]

[indent]"Don't worry Nik. I got it."

Haze shifted gently on the roof. He watched his team head down towards the market out the corner of his eye, keeping his rifle trained at their target location. The minutes ticked away slowly, while his team disappeared and entered the frame of his scope. Nik hesitated at...something down an alley, but once they approached the market Nik pulled them aside for their confirmation signal, which promptly came through his comms in the form of two slow clicks. He waited for three seconds, then keyed his mic twice in the same manner. He heard another clicking come through from Olan's end, signaling that their resident hacker was ready. Once Nik brought the team into the market, their contacts emerged from the shadows opposite. 

A Quarian, vorcha and an Asari and the quarian was a marine, fancy that. He was also apparently their leader too, as Nik went into some proper negotiations. According to the marine, whose name was Masf something something, the Fists had closed in on Jek's turf and he was away providing support on the front line. Their destination was an old exports warehouse down the way; big, open and defensible. A perfect choice for a base. Haze kept his eyes on the group. Nothing was wrong. 

Then, to his left, a glint.

A flash. 

The asari lost her head. 

Another flash. 

The vorcha fell. 

Haze began to shift his aim towards the source. 

A third flash. 

Masf grunted, grabbed his torso and fell. 

The words were out of his mouth before the team even moved. 

"SNIPER!"

All of a sudden soldiers seemed to rush from the shadows, clad in the familiar red and black of the Fists. Exchanges of fire began across the market square, a grim and familiar sight. Nik grabbed the fallen quarian and moved him behind a stall where he took refuge from the hail of molten death. He caught sight of the drell looking his way just as his voice came through the comms. [/indent]

[i]"Haze try and find our sniper friend shots came across the market north west of your -"[/i]

[indent]"I got it I got it!"

Haze swivelled his rifle over to the left. The shots had come from an apartment building across the way, and he knew what that rifle was: a Viper, some newfangled sniper rifle that supposedly had more stopping power than the Mantis. Psh. He knew better. The only thing that had more power than his Mantis was the fabled Widow; a legend of a rifle that he had only heard stories of. 

He turned a knob on the side of his scope and the view within instantly cycled to thermal, and the position of the enemy was immediately clear. There was a vorcha seated on a fallen closet, the rifle gripped tightly in its grubby hands as it took potshots almost gleefully at his team. 

Haze tightened his grip on his rifle. First kill of night, right there. He lined up his sights, felt the trigger, then gave it a squeeze. 

The Mantis roared. 

The vorcha's head disappeared in a multi-coloured splatter.

"Sniper down."

Haze switched off the thermal and immediately returned his scope to the chaos in the market. The assault force was well armed; several turians and a small horde of vorcha made up the main bulk, while three - no, two salarians took up the front. He lined up his sights on the second salarian and squeezed the trigger. His rifle bucked and the alien's chest burst, splattering the ground with blood as he fell. He slapped the heat sink out of his weapon to let it cool while he grabbed his Mattock from his back rigging. The battle rifle unfolded itself in his hands as he shimmied to the left to give himself space. He sighted in on their front line and opened fire, dropping a handful of vorcha as they charged. 

"They're charging from the front. Several turians and a whole assload of vorcha. One more salarian. No other flanking movement seen. Keep 'em back, fellas. I'll pin them down."

He peppered the charge with fire, forcing the attackers to stop and take cover. 

This mission was off to a swimming start. 

It could only get better from here, right?
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