Maine listened carefully to the instructions, looking at his dark green freelancer suit. He had taking off the brush cover on it for a more sleek look, seeing as they would be doing training today. There was no shrubbery to really blend into. Cleaned his rifle, scanning through the other freelancers. They were the best of the best alright, some more than others, of all shapes and sizes. He didn't have to worry about taking them on it seems, just computed AI. They had an algorithm and a systematic way of doing things, but he didn't know how good these AI were. He would let the cannon fodder, or his teammates, sort that out.

As he got his armor enhancements, although disable, an AI was programmed into him as he saw a green figure materialize on his shoulder. 

"Hello. I am Delta, your AI." 

"Oh, so you can talk?" I think aloud in my head, looking at the hologram. 

"Yes, I can talk Agent Maine. I am the AI designed for logic. I will be giving you combat feedback to make the best logical decisions on the battlefield to insure mission success and survivability."

"Oh. Sounds like my kind of AI. So, are you just going to be in my thoughts forever like this?"

"No, I am here for when you need me agent Maine, mostly in combat and any other critical situations. If you would like, I can also give advice." 

"Alright, thanks Delta. Let's get into the training room and assess these bots. They say the leaderboard doesn't mean anything, but regardless it would probably be efficient to be near the top." 

"That is a logical guess." 

"So it's true?" 

"I'm not sure, but I said it was a logical guess." 

"Did they program you with sarcasm?" 

"Not intentionally." 

Maine set up near the back of the arena, laying down and adjusting his anti-material rifle as he scoped in to the robots. They seemed pretty resilient, and there would be 98 it seemed. From what Washington was telling us, head shots wouldn't kill them, so it looks like the upper chest would do the trick with the sniper. A useful bit of information. Once the battle begun, smoke grenades were dispatched right away as the robots charged forward under cover.

Maine looked through his scope, unable to see through the smoke as his tactical vision was disabled. "Now where are they..."

"The majority of the agents will most likely engage in CQC, maintaining focus of the AI. Since they relay information instantly, you will be able to shoot two rounds before your location is pinpointed. I would suggest moving position after your second shot and to repeat the process while the others hold the front line. If they invade the back line, use your smoke screen as cover and regroup as to not get surrounded." Delta announced, having Maine blink a few times. 

"Wow, you are good." Maine said amazed, wondering where the heck they got these AI from. 

"Focus on the targets making progress into the back lines and any other enemy snipers supporting from long range. I have calibrated your computer in your sniper into my system, and I'll calculate each shot automatically for you. When you do take your shot, I will increase your adrenaline and reflexes and slow down heart beat and breathing for a more precise shot."

"Affirmative." Maine whispered, slowly taking this all in. Although control over these aspects of his body and weapon were a little unnerving, the AI seemed to know what it was doing. 

The smoke was clearing as a single AI seemed to try to burst from the initial line, vaulting and attempting to punch a fellow freelancer. It was almost too quick, but time seemed to slow down slightly as he was able to line up the shot and fire, like it was in slow motion, but he was moving at normal speed. 

A burst from the rifle shot out, suppressed by the muzzle as the thin bullet whizzed through the air at lightning speed. It ripped clean through the robot, blowing a huge hole in it's chest with it's head falling off as it crumbled to the ground. The bullet even went through the robot, piercing one or two others through the arm and imbedding itself in the back of the arena. 

A small smirk appeared on Maine's lips as he resumed in rifle, picking out another target. This was going to make sniping a whole lot more fun.

"So, you said I had one more shot left right?"

"Yes, I told you that earlier Agent Maine." 

"Sigh... just, never mind."