So, it seemed a lot of idiots were running around the battlefield. Freelancers were throwing grenades, shooting people, getting pelted by non-lethal bullets and being thrown around like rag dolls. Maine couldn't help them all out, but it wasn't life or death either. Besides, this was mainly about him showing off his skills.
Another shot ripped through a line of robots, taking apart at least three as the high velocity bullet ripped through them like butter, after carefully calculating the shot of course. Knowing it wasn't safe to stay there any longer, Maine picked up his rifle, stood up and starting sprinting to a new position.
"There seems to be a scuffle between your Freelancer Allies, 10 o'clock. It looks like they might want some sniper cover." Delta spoke, pointing over to where Ohio, California, and Washington were.
"Alright, I guess saving allies might score me points. Or at least brownie points with the others. Where's a safe place to set up where I can get a good angle?" Maine thought in his head, diving behind a barrier.
"20 meters to your right, you can lay down next to that wall there and get a good aerial view of the situation. It should provide decent cover as well."
Making sure the coast was clear, main jogged over to the spot, laying down prone with his tripod out as he settled into position. Breathing slowly out, Delta adjusted the computer on his sniper as Maine looked through the scope. It seemed Washington was picked up by a robot, before Ohio jumped on it's back and jammed a knife to it's throat. Now a robot was on her, a punch barely missing her.
Maine held his breath, his finger resting on the trigger as the reticule lined up dead center to the thing's chest. Right as he saw this, he noticed out of the corner of his scope that a robot was holding a grenade near California and Washington, looking to chuck it there way. He would have to make a decision... or would he?
He felt his heart rate slow, only the sound of his heartbeat was audible to him as he let a slow breath out. His finger hit the trigger, a bullet leaving the barrel aimed at the chest of the robot in front of Ohio. About a few milliseconds later, the reticule was moved and the computer adjusted by Delta as a second bullet ripped through the air.
Almost immediately after, the first bullet cut clean through the robot's chest, blowing it apart with it's head flying to the side as what was left of it dropped in a heap. A split second after a billet sailed narrowly past Washington and California, going through the grenade that the second robot was going to throw. It exploded in it's face, blowing off it's head, it's arm, and part of it's body as it got propelled backwards and on it's ass.
"Nice job Delta." He smirked, smoke curling from the silencer of the semi-automatic sniper as Delta turned around on his shoulder.
"Incoming." Was all he heard before he felt himself get picked up by his back, being hurled across the stadium and through a wall, his rifle spilling out of his hands a few feet away from him. He groaned, grabbing his head.
"Ouch... why didn't you say anything?"
"I said incoming."
"Yeah, right before he threw me through a wall."
"I am not physically capable of stopping that from happening, agent Maine."
"So I noticed..." Maine groaned, coughing as he slowly got up, the robot slowly marching towards him like a bad terminator movie.
