The engines all roared to life like death's howl in the desert sun as they drove in a pack, Shiba leading the pack and The Phantom of the Desert providing support on the long drive. Zahir picked up the radio on all available channels and spoke.
Turn to frequency 23 and remain on that." A moment would go by as he switched over to the same channel.
"Ghost to Shiba, Ghost to Shiba. For now on until we are done I will go by the call sign Falcon 1, I will refer to you as Echo 1, The one with the truck, you are Iron 1, The one with the Motorcycle, your Horsemen 1. I'll shoot off to the nearby canyon and provide over watch for you all. Do not engage until you get my signal. The last thig they'll expect is another sniper so they will most likely be drawn to me. Once they are....Move in for the kill. Over and out."Zahir tapped the side of Rusty's as they deviated from the group, heading to a cliff point that overlooked the campsite and, quite possibly, any snipers that would be in the area. A few minutes would go by as they made their way up to the cliff, parking just out of view. Both rusty and Zahir had exited the car with rusty holing his rifle and Zahir picking up something rather large from the side. A recoilless rifle, better known as an anti-tank rifle, and placed it on the ground before taking the rifle from Rusty. He layed himself down, facing into the campsite as he scanned the site, taking notice to the fire tanker and a few other major vehicles before moving up to the hillside where he took notice to the scout and sniper. Quickly he took the sniper into his sights and slowed his breathing until it was shallow and placed his finger on the trigger. Inhale...Exhale...Inhale...Exhale...Pulling the trigger while maintaining that breathing and then. "POP" The hammer hit the primer detonating the gunpowder, realeasing the round as smoke traveled hbehind it. twisting through the barrel as it exited with a death sentence to carry out, making its way over the canyon and into the neck of the enemy sniper. Soon enough the scout that was with the fallen sniper panicked and began looking around as Zahir crawled over to the recoiless gun and placed its crosshairs in between the flame tank, aimed for its flammable contents. His breathing shallow once again, he pulled the trigger, a much louder and more pronounced boom came from the rifle as dust and debris flew up from where it sat, the round hitting the tank and began to burn intensely.
Soon enough yelling and screaming was heard shortly followed by gunfire aimed at Zahir and Rusty, who was, mooning them?
"HAHAHHAHAHAHAHA GET SOME BITCHESSS!!!" Zahir rolled his eyes as he pushed the rifle backwards and raised his smaller, and deadlier, Death's Spear.
"Hopefully they got the signal" He said aloud as he put round after round down into the campsite.
