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This same sound played again and again softly from where Howard sat. A section of the room where he hung various trophies that he though were worthy of being trophies. A huge three meter wide set of moose antlers, from a massive creature he had hunted, and had fed himself and some of the local populace near his hunting grounds for almost a week.

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Another was an elegant looking thigh bone, taken from a deer, that when alive had been almost 7 feet tall at the head, and had been one of his most entertaining, and rewarding stalks he had ever undertaken. The creature had lead him on a nine hour chase through woods, meadows and rocky hills. And had turned on Howard three times, trying to drive him off with hoof and antler each time. The buck had been a prince of the forest, and had put up the effort to prove it. Howard had done him the honor of holding a prime potluck, and using his meat to feed his friends and family.

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And these are just a few interesting things on the wall, thing he's proud of, having caught each one with his own browned hands. Finally the series of sounds ends. And he raises the steel arrowhead he had been sharpening on a whetstone. The four edged broadhead arrowhead would punch through concrete if he had to fire it at something like that. He wanted to be ready after all.

He looked over at Imran as the East Indian spoke. Howard, the "west indian" hrmed outloud, "I was out earlier for my usual morning jog. But haven't been out there since. Been making myself work here in the building. Was maybe going to break out the practice weapon to take a few shots on the weapons range."

He reflected on the memories of the Azerbaijani operation. It had been a very uninteresting op for the sniper. To many windows, and far far far too many instances of him having to use bow and carbine rather then the heavy rifle he kept. He frowned a little, "If we do go out again, can we pick somewhere that I can actually do my job?" He smiled a little, then picked up another arrowhead, this one looking like a long thin needle point. He looked it over, got some water out of a bucket beside him, spread it on the whetstone and leaned down...

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