It was a pleasant day. Mild temperature, bright sun, with a mild sea breeze to the southwest behind me. I'd say only about 5 miles an hour. I quickly ran a quick calculation, and dialed it into the scope. A 500m shot with 5 mile an hour wind, should be an easy shot.

Today was seriously important. Word around town was the police chief was gonna make a speech to his citizens about how they are beating us, that they're fucking us over and what not and that "this is a turning point in the life of Altis."

I didn't know if he was actually gonna say *that*, but that's just a normal thing to say in this day and age. Progress, everyone's about "progress". But people don't know what progress means, each having their own vision for it, but in reality it's just the people on top who get their vision complete. The people of Altis realize that now.

Altis used to be great, but not now. And that is why we fight.

The radio crackled to life. "Hey, Mase, we got a convoy of vehicles heading to the TV station now."

I reached into my ghillie and pulled out the radio, bringing it to my face. "Understood, have you PID'd the chief?"

No reply came for a couple of seconds, leaving me hanging.

"I say again, did you PID the target."

"Negative, but based on it's size, I can garauntee that it's the royal high-ass himself."

"Roger that."

I readied the rifle, a beautiful Barret MRAD, checking the chamber. There was a round inside, and 9 rounds in the mag. Hopefully, that'll be all I need.

The makeshift TV station was an office building overlooking the harbor and chopper shop in Kavala. And the top right room was where the broadcasting would happen, as their were already a group of people setting up everything quite frantically. A lone mic was standing in the middle in the room. Thank you, TV crew, for lining up my shot.

The convoy came into view quickly, speeding in from the north consisting of 4 Hunters and 2 black SUVs, with 2 of the Hunters sporting .50 cals.

The security team got out, sending a group to the building and another posting up around the vehicles. After 30 seconds, the chief exited the vehicle, and walked towards the buildimg, his sec team following every step in perfect uniformity. It only took another 15 seconds before he and his team entered the broadcasting room, but not before they made a final sweep for threats, such as a bomb. Finally, the chief stepped forward and took the mic. A TV crew member gave him a thumbs up, he was live.

"Citizens of Altis. I have come to announce to you today a short message. Today is a day that will go down in Altis history, for today, we have defeated the Insurgent threat."

The rifle settled into my shoulder.

"Those bastards who betrayed us have lost their control over our land thanks to our efforts. Now, they have retreated to the southern peninsula, defeated."

My breathing became more shallow, my heart beat slowed.

"We will continue our progress to make Altis a better state, and continue to advance in our security forces and technology."

My finger slipped onto the trigger, pulling slowly back.

"And so now, with the scourge from our land almost fully removed, we may move on. And so today, today is the beggining of a new day in the struggling life of Altis."

I squeezed.

The way that rifle recoiled against my shoulder that time was probably the most fufilling feeling I have ever felt. A symbol of the impact and repurcussions that that trigger pull would cause. The round flew true and straight, shattering the broadcasting room's window and ripping right through the chief's chest horizontally. He hanged there for a second, looking down at his now defiled body, before draggingly collapsing to the floor.

Yes, it's a new day in Altis, a new day indeed.