A thick sheet of dark, ominous clouds blanketed the sky, as cold drops of rain plummeted down upon the city below.
A lone COG sniper, sporting a longshot sniper rifle was perched on the cracked roof of an abandoned building. Looking through the longshot's illuminated, blue scope, he surveyed the scene before him. Across the street, in the middle of a bombed out square, was a group of locust taking a short rest. Unfortunately for them the sniper's squad, on patrolling duty spotted them. Now they were all in position for a coordinated ambush. These locusts were about to get a rude awakening….
"Surik, how many are there?" a calm voice called, over the sniper's radio.
"Hold on." Surik, said, as he wiped some rain drops off the scope with his thumb. "I'll check." sweeping his gaze slowly from side to side across the square, he tallied up all the different locust.
"I see three grubs, two grenadiers, and one locust sniper, sir. None of them appear to be on lookout."
"Good." Said the voice on the other end of the radio. "Take out the sniper. We'll start shooting after you fire."
"Understood, sir." "Surik replied. The sniper pulled his rifle's stock close to his shoulder, and looked down the scope, searching for his particular target. He found the ugly looking beast sitting at the bottom of some steps, cleaning the barrel of an identical looking longshot rifle. He aimed the crosshair right between the bastard's cold, calculating eye's. Surik took a deep breath and held it. He squeezed the trigger, and watched as the bullet ripped through the locust's cruel face, and exited out the back of his scaly head, spraying red blood and brain matter onto the concrete steps. Before the others could even reach for their weapons, three other COG's jumped out of their hiding places, two, wielding lancer assault rifles, and one brandishing a gnasher shotgun. They showed no hesitation as their weapons tore through the locust's flesh and bone. After only a few moments it was over, leaving the locust's lying in a bloody heap on the ground.
"That's one way to get your anger out, eh Torsin?" joked one of the COG's as he elbowed the soldier next to him in the ribs.
"Whatever…" Torsin replied. "These guys still give me the creeps."
"Yeah." The COG said as nudged one of the dead bodies with his foot. "A face only a mother could love!"
"Can it, Chase." the commander said.
"Sorry, sir." Chase apologized, giving the body one more nudge before leaving it alone.
"Good shot, Surik." the squad leader commented over the radio, as he looked at the dead locust sniper. "Right between the eyes."
"Thanks, sir." Surik said. "Can I come down? I'm freezing my ass off in the rain up here."
"Sure." the squad leader said. "Let's go report back to base what happened."
"Sounds good." Chase agreed. "I wonder what flavor shit I'll get to eat this time in the mess hall!"
"Oh, come on. That food's not that bad." Torsin objected.
"I wouldn't eat a plate for all the imulsion on Sera!"
Torsin chuckled, as Surik exited the old building, and crossed the abandoned street to meet them….