Nolan watched his partner set the explosives down, sweeping the perimeter with his rifle scope, keeping his friend covered. The Armor-piercing rounds were not designed for firing at soft targets like infantry, but they'd still do the job. He checked shadows, high points, along the road, everywhere a patrol might be coming out of, or a sharpshooter stopping on his rounds. His breath began to get that even, slow pace of a true sniper getting into the zone. He'd likely breath that zone once the wait began but he knew he's ready. As the last mine is put down he centered his crosshairs once again on his friend, watching his clamber up onto the roof again and get into hiding. Nolan slid the bolt back partially, and hit the safety catch on his rifle. He didn't want an accidental discharge during the intervening time. He snuggled down under his tarp and began the arduous task of waiting. He grunted, "I knew I forgot to bring something warm with me. Thanks for reminding me." He sighed and set to waiting, watching the horizon. And whispering a quiet prayer to all those people who died, and would soon begin to get their payback for how they died. ---- 0555 Five minutes before the arrival of the HVT and the convoy. Nolan jerked awake, he had nodded off, and felt like a proper idiot for it. His soft snores had probable echoed abit through the radio. He shook himself abit, causing a bird who had snuggled down on his head, thinking it'd make a nice nest to take flight in fright. He groaned, coughing a little. He then looked out at the horizon, to where he'd make the first shot... 0600 Game time... Nolan pushed the bolt forward, and flicked off the safety latch. He put eye to scope, looking down at the 600 meter mark. As he did the first of the vehicles appeared. "Fuck I already hear them, how does it look from you crow's nest?" He heard from Andrew. He smiled, and the smile could be heard over the radio as he responded, "Target rich environment..." He waited, centering the first shot on the HVT SUVs engine block. A trained driver would hit the gas, trying to get their VIP out of there. But a round maybe two, into that engine block would stall them. He clicked his radio to let Andrew knew he saw it at 800 meters. He waited a little more. Then the first mine went off, and he fired, cycling the bolt as the first bullet left the muzzle of the rifle. The first and second bullets hit the engine block about a split second apart. Nolan was already cycling the bolt again, and adjusting his aim. The third bullet spat out, followed about another second after ward by the fourth. Both rounds hit within an inch of each other on the driver side front windshield, barely slowed down at all by the up-armored polymer. The two shots were over kill, a single round punched through the driver, drove into his chest, and out his back, decimating his lungs and spine, and the round now tumbling abit, maimed Ahmed in the back seat. If it weren't for the second bullet, Ahmed actually would have been alive to see Konstantin taken. But the second round punched a second hole into the driver, but met less resistance, so when it hit Ahmed it blasted through him without any loss of speed or trajectory. It left a very large hole in the arms-dealers back when it punched through him and landed in the trunk of the SUV. Nolan cycled his last round into the chamber, and put the fifth and final round into the passenger side windshield. There a body guard had been trying to get his seat belt loose. The fifth round made a mess of his stomach. And missed Konstantin by a hairsbreadth as it came out through the man's ass. Time hadn't quite slowed down for Nolan as it had seemed to move in fast forward. All that action seeming to have passed so fast that as he dropped the empty mgazine into his pack and grabbed a magazine of the FMJ rounds well Nolan had a hard time believing that it had actually happened. He slammed the new magazine up into the rifle, cycled the bolt and started to scan the devastation on the ground. The lead truck burned, the trailing truck blazed, the middle HVT truck littered with holes. The smoke and flames from the burning trucks were truly screwing with his shots though, but he caught sight of one more guard who had managed to live through that carnage. He murmered into his mic, "The carnage a pair of badasses can cause." The guard raised his little SMG trying to get a bead on Andrew. Then Nolan fired. The round slammed into the man's vest, bit right though, and tossed him a good 4 feet backwards. Nolan hrmed, "I don't see anymore from up here. I'm going to plant a thermite grenade up here on the tarp and the miscellaneous goods we don't need to take with us. Me, my ammo and my guns are displacing." He threw a rappelling rope over the railing. Clamped it down, shouldered his pack and rifle, then knotted up, placing a thermite grenade on the tarp, and distance card they had brought then leapt over the railing, buzzing down, using the climbing clamp to control his descent rather then rappelling down the correct way. Just as he touched down the thermite flared, the intense heat burning away any trace that he was there, leaving behind a tell tale burn scar, but would leaving nothing for anyone who came through to tell what he was there to do. He pulled a silenced M9 off his harness, he had to have something he could use and quick draw, apart from his PP and his Striker. He checked his surroundings then tore off through the warehouse, making his way to the car. He checked his watch, having set a countdown until those bastards could send people to check on their assets. He called through his mic, "1 mike to the car on my end....6 mikes to skinny reinforcements. Give me 1 mike to get the car over there." He skidded around the corner, seeing to men ahead of him, checking out their car curiously, both of them dressed in the dress of those dealers. He raised his pistol, and double tapped them both, not having enough time to ask questions. They dropped, and he shouldered aside one of the bodies that had fallen against the car. He grabbed the back up key from inside the wheel well then got in, started the engine and headed for the warehouse. He arrived just behind Andrew and their prey, Konstantin. He rolled in, and reached back to pop the back passenger an front passenger side doors. He waved at Andrew, "Four mikes before we have to deal with jihadist dirt bags turning up to ruin this picnic. Let's get moving brother." He sat back up to check the mirrors, and to look around just in case they had some early arrivals.