[b]"Oh yeah, call the guy with the big rifle a shitbird,"[/b] Desmond said as he got into position. That was the best part about being a sniper. You didn't have to be right down in the middle of the fighting. He believed this was the best way to fight, take them before they take you.  That doesn't mean that he doesn't get to know the person he kills. A Sniper's job is never easy, hunting targets, not even getting to interact with them. Desmond always gets to know his target by thier actions, and movements.  Desmond finally got into position, laying down he placed his SRS99 Anti Material Rifle next to him. Desmond proceeded to load his magazine, and insert it into the weapon system. He always did that, Desmond never preloaded his magazines.

The reasoning behind that is that Desmond beleives that sniping is a personal matter, he wants the target to know that that built was meant for them.  Desmond slid over to his rifle, peered into the scope, and lined up his target. His target was mid to late thirties, full mustache and goatee combo. About six foot tall, all bad ass. Desmond knew all that he needed to know.  He lined up the shot, took a deep breath, and with the slightest amount of pressure to the trigger. The first shot had been fired, and the fight was beginning.