Felix averted his gaze away from his Longbow's Optics, scanning the terrain around the area where his target would be arriving shortly. His Heads Up Display showing only a portion of the data it had access to. Normally, he'd have it all up at once, but his current situation only required a few things. The estimated arrival time of his mark, the wind speed and direction, and the estimated trajectory of his round that would be fired from the rifle. With a few minutes left until his target would come into his crosshairs, the assassin made some final checks over his gear. Felix weaved bullet through the fingers in his right hand, back and forth, as he waited. With the timer reaching 15 seconds, he swiftly put the round in the chamber and pulled back the bolt back on the weapon. He was on top of a tall cliff, 60 or so meters above the trail his target would be driving through by his estimation. He would be taking his shot from around 300 meters or so, again to his estimation. With less than 5 seconds left on the timer, the shotgun mic affixed to his helmet began picking up the rumbling of a vehicle.

As soon as the sound was heard, Felix went from a relaxed, standing stance to a stoic, crouching stance, raising his Longbow he modified to fire at a higher caliber and to be Bolt Action, he scanned the trail. From behind some trees on the far end of the trail, a Samson appeared, with one Gremlin in the front of it, as well as another Gremlin behind it. Zooming in, the Samson appeared to have no additional protection to the windows as your average Militia Samson, but it did have additional armor plating on the doors, engine, and had covers for the top half of the wheel. The Gremlins, however, were much more armored. They were already heavily armored but even from this distance he could see the additional armor slapped onto the vehicles. He could also see that the manned turrets on top were heavily modified, for what purpose he couldn't tell but what he did know is that it probably wasn't good for him.

In the Gremlin on the right, he saw the telltale glow of a pilot helmet in the backseat. Shit. While it was good he couldn't see a Titan nearby, a Pilot doesn't journey far from it's Titan. He was sure that, while he could still pull his contract off, the presence of a Pilot was going to complicate things. A Pilot's Titan was always watching through the camera on their Pilot's helmet, meaning it'd be able to track him to his current location, he was going to have to do this quickly.

He instantly focused back onto the middle Samson, beginning a recording through his rifle's scope. He tensed, watching the trajectory estimation slowly line up to the head of the target, letting out a deep exhale, and pulled the trigger. The results were instantaneous, the window the bullet shot through was painted red mere milliseconds after he fired, but he could still see the body slump over. The three vehicles pulled over as soon as they reacted to the death of the person they were assigned to protect. The Pilot rushing towards where they assumed the round came from, which was in his direction. The grunts took cover behind the vehicles and fires their rifles in his direction, with no success from the sheer distance and the fact that they didn't know who shot at them in the first place.

The turrets on the Gremlins were also ineffective, but came much closer than the grunts as the 50 caliber rounds slammed against the cliff he was on, shaking the land and causing large craters from the speed the large rounds were hitting the cliff side. He pulled up his map and set a waypoint for the Goblin Dropship the IMC loaned to him so that he could leave the planet once his contract was complete. He began his walk back to the ship around a mile away. The Militia were most likely tracking him, but they were so far behind he was certain that they wouldn't catch up to him, and when they reached the point where his dropship was, he'd be long gone.

He was right. By the time he'd reached his ship, in around 17 minutes, the Militia were not within sight as he began pre-flight checks. Those took a minute, with no Militia still in sight, the Goblin shook slightly as the jets ignited and pushed him upwards. His vision began to stretch as it began to jump outside of the atmosphere, where he would then have a 5 hour flight to a distant moon of a neighboring planet named Tyyl, where he could hide out for a few hours while the ship could refuel. It'd made a long journey with no rest. Setting the ship on autopilot, he made his way to one of the many seats aboard the craft and sent the video to the IMC, waiting for the money to arrive in his account.

Within an hour he'd saw the money and smiled, seeing the few thousand credits he'd been offered be transferred to his bank account. He then closed the tab showing his bank account on his HUD and began making preparations to start another contract, after he refueled of course.