A passing glance at a glorified portrait of himself was enough to send his heart racing. Grasping his SGT 44 close to his chest, he pounds it in a rhythmic pace as he had learned during his time Training. It was a common practice of the Heer troops of the Wehrmacht, something the Waffen SS didn't like to emulate in any form, but it proved to be useful in calming his nerves. [b]"I need a cigarette"[/b]

The thought creeps across his mind as he slides his hand into his breast pocket to pull out a silver cigarette case. Flipping it open and pulling out a cigarette whilst pulling out a box of matches seems more of a task than he thought. Finally, he pulls out a stick and strikes it against the box. Almost instantly, just as the flame appears so does the sound of a bullet!

[b]!!!![/b]

Instantly sliding behind cover hugging the wall enclave as if it was his own mother, Lukas doesn't dare move a muscle. A stray bullet had flown past his very eyes! 
What was once a moment of quiet reflection, a matchstick in his hand and an uni-lit cigarette in his mouth had almost become his Epitaph. Both match and cigarette were sliced in half by the almost blade-like action of the shot that acted within a fraction of a second.

His mind raced back to Stalingrad. He tried to think logically, yet find some way to relax, as if there would be a Panzer division that would break through the abandoned Library that was opposite, but it didn't. No. Lukas knew that he had to find a way out on his own.

[b]"Okay, time to make yourself famous"[/b] He joked to himself before squeezing the barrel of his gun tightly.

The distance between him and the sniper was a mystery. There was no safe way to find out without risking his life. Multiple thought flashed through his mind, finally settling on the facts he knew. He names them clearly in his head...

[i]1. Bolt Action means at least a second delay between shots
2. Five shot maximum before a reload
3. Magnified scopes can be blinded[/i]

It's here where he plans what to do. Behind cover, Lukas points his Rifle up towards the road, firing aimlessly in every direction. Wrapping the edge of his shirt cuff around the trigger guard, he Counts each expended round in his mind to the very last cartridge, at that very moment he flings his SGT into the street!
His SS jacket attached, within a brief instant it would appear that an entire person was moving to a trigger happy Sniper gazing down a barrel, although Lukas himself was himself diving forwards into a roll, trying to make his way behind a abandoned Volkswagen. His success depending on if the momentary decoy worked.