"Shit..watch, look." Andrew said, looking over to the man that was approaching the KSVK. They hadn't seen them yet, but something looked astray.
"They know about the truck. I'll nail that one fucker moving to the rifle, get a shot on the SAM truck's engine block, then wheel, then anything that moves. We have to eliminate all the footmobiles." Andrew said, as he cocked the XM500's box again, the semiautomatic bolt action .50 cal rifle heavy, but a more modern equivalent to the M82A2 of old- this was the newer version, and perhaps a little more compact due to the bullpup design, although not by much. He tracked the head of the man, watching, adjusting the ranging as he took his breath, waiting.
"Wait for my mark...get set." Andrew added, his winter glove on the trigger, as he exhaled slowly, the target and time slowing a tiny fragment as the man was on track. In the right place. There was little to no wind, so the bullets would hit, easy. Andrew's heartbeat was at around 60BPM, and dropping lower, as he felt cold, almost fixated. The bullet sprung from the muzzle break, and the bullet was within the second, in the man's shoulder and then his internals, completely throwing him back as it practically half-ripped off his shoulderblade in the process, and redecorated what was now his internals' living room as open plan. The man went down, and he adjusted, firing again as he took out another man by him, a clean bodyshot of some sorts, as he then waited, catching breath as he watched Nolan fire, and he waited for the interludes. He'd fire at the same time, to minimize the idea that there were two shooters with rifles- he had timed it pretty well prior to this. He adjusted, and saw one of the men run out, using an SVD. He was next, as Andrew adjusted, guessing mentally he was at 605m. And his sight was tallied for about 600, so he gave a good guess that he'd need to give an according drop. The marksman raised his SVD from a crouched position behind a rock wall, but even that wasn't enough as he tried to pull the trigger, to supress at least where he guessed they were. Andrew had fired first- and the fifty hit the top of one of the rocks, almost disintegrating one of the tops of the rocks as it then emerged and the round entered the man's neck, pretty much leaving nothing at all.
"Keep up the shots, Nolan- call out when you see nothing left!" Andrew said, aware that they were almost done, as he adjusted himself, looking for more targets down the high-magnified optic.

(Short post- it doesn't need to be too long from my end, as the last few posts have been long, and the next will be longer.)