Howard got to his firing position, pulling his Lynx M6 AMR off his back, carefully, quietly he slipped into a firing position. The bipod extended, the cap off the ends of the scope. He took a moment, wiggled a little, and virtually disappeared against the mossy stones. He used part of his ghille to hide the top of his rifle, making sure no light hitting it caused any gleam or reflection. The honeycomb filter on the front lens of his scope broke up the blackhole that would be formed by the scope. All other things around him vanished, he could hear the team coms going off in his ear, but he didn't care at the moment. He'd entered the Zone. He set cheek to pad on the butt of the rifle, eye to scope. He quickly flicked his reticle from tower to tower, mentally doing calculations and estimates. He wasn't too far out of the compound, he'd barely have to adjust for any of the shots. Though the furthest tower from him would be a slight trick shot. The angle on it was such that he'd either have to shoot through a support on the tower, or go for a center-mass hold rather ten a head shot.

None the less he scanned the rest of the compound quickly, picking some choice secondary targets.

He waited, and at one point spotting Antoine slip into the building. He felt proud he was able to actually make the infiltrator for once. But the spot was so quick anyone else would have counted it as a trick of the light.

He settled all the way in. He paid no heed to a scorpion that crawled by him, or the massive tarantula that rested on his head for almost a full minute before it crawled off. He'd had ants scout a patrol across him in the past, felt mandibles bite into him, all manner beats step on him, these little creepy crawlies were nothing. He waited, and vaguely heard Imran in his earbud, "...Howard, open up!" He whispered into his mic, "Lasanga...going loud."

The land around the compound and the compound itself was as quiet as a night in the rainforest could get. No one saw anything really wrong. Nothing was amiss. The tower sentries watched their arches. And then, four mighty booms, like thunder, but without the lightning, roared into the night. Birds and beasts for almost 4 miles in every direction bolted. Four rounds from the semi-automatic heavy AMR spat out. Two rounds in the air at the same time at one point. Four sentries hit the floors of their tower roosts moments later. Three missing heads, one with a round that left a cantaloupe sized hole right in the center of his chest. He flicked his rifle sight over, watching the two DPVs arrive on scene. Then flipping over to get a bead on some of the first responders. He had six shots remaining in the ten shot clip of his rifle. And four more clips besides. He took out six more baddies.

The sound around him came back as his connection to the zone faded. He looked about then began to pack up, "Lasanga displacing, moving to alternate firing position. I'll cover the front door." He caught the empty clip as it fell free, sliding it into a pouch and sliding a full one into place, ten more rounds to do even more damage. He slid down off the out cropping an made for another position he had seen. He ghosted back into the foliage. He wasn't as good as Antoine, but he was still damn good none the less.