I lay quiet in my bunk, tired from the day's training. My sister was gone, her camp taking her 6 blissful hours away. My mom had gone as well. My step-father was sleeping, it was already 1 o'clock in the morning. But I couldn't sleep. I put on my training gear; I had gotten it from my uncle, who was in the U.S. Marine Corps. It was all black. I had spent part of the day with him, and had gotten to shoot some very awesome guns again and go through some basic stuff. He had been working with me for a week now, and had let me bring his M16 home to show my stepfather. That was the lesser. He had let me buy his Sniper rifle for just $1000. I was so excited. I crept quietly downstairs. I knew I could easily leave the house if I'd have wanted to, after all, my uncle was a sniper, and was training me to be one too. Stealth was something that came naturally. That was all I'd ever wanted to be. I checked my gear; We were going on a ten mile hike tomorrow. And I couldn't wait. I had packed lots of bottled water, energy and protein bars, and secretly, a box of smokes and matches.. Also, a few apples, which would give us some extra sweet energy. My Semi-automatic m1911 pistol with lots of extra ammo was packed safely as well, since small black bears and wolves were well know around here. And I was allowed to bring my sniper rifle. I checked to make sure all the ammo I had was there, since we would no doubt be practicing. I brought my gear up to my room, And took out my rifle, checking it thoroughly. I then made sure the shoulder strap was clipped on securely, then pulled on my Call Of Duty Ghost mask my dad had gotten me. I pulled on my heavy duty combat gloves, black, and my black combat boots. I checked the mirror to make sure I could look intimidating. I thought I did. I was putting my gun in the corner of my room when I hear a sound. It was coming from the cornfield beside our 4 acres of home. The corn was barely 3 feet tall, so I had no trouble seeing what it was. "What the 'ell…." I breathed. I couldn't believe it. Clone troopers were landing in the field! They disappeared from view completely, surrounded by a clump of trees in the middle of a field. I was for sure this was some stupid prank, and decided to have some fun. I slung on my gear, grabbed my rifle, and strapped my knives into place. My melee knife I put on my vest, along with some ammo for both my pistol, which I put into my leg holster, and my sniper rifle, which I slung over my back. I had four knives: my melee, a smaller melee tucked into my boot, one hidden up my sleeves, and one on my leg, it was connected to my pistol holster. I favored knives, because I was good with them, and they were silent and deadly. But enough of that. I grabbed my heavy duty military type smart phone, and tucked it into my black cargo pants. I literally looked like something out of Call of Duty Ghosts. I grabbed my back-pack, and slipped quietly out of my window from our two-story house. My flashlight was clipped to a ring on my belt, in case I needed it. I jumped easily to the ground, and crept silently through the field. Then I stopped. My hear stopped. Those "clones" had turned off their lights, and were moving in a recon-based battle formation. My uncle had taught me the basics. I closed my mouth, my finger's closing around my melee knife, but I didn't pull it out. I couldn't. I quickly went prone. They had lights built into their helmets and guns. I quickly went to the small line of trees in the middle of the field. I was happy about there being no moon, but that meant I also couldn't see very well. I cursed quietly under my breath. I stepped forward, then cursed quietly as a twig snapped. I went prone immediately, and kept my head low as their lights seared the space above me. The suddenly, then went off. *Fuck, probably night vision goggles.* I thought to myself. I crept backwards at a snail's pace, then knelt and whirled quickly but smoothly around a tree. I glanced around, and climbed the tree quietly, watching the clones to make sure they didn't see me. I positioned myself on the branch so I was lying prone, but nothing was hanging. In the dark, I was invisible. I studied them from my scope, noticing the white and blue armor. I quietly slung my rifle over my shoulder again, watching them. One was missing. And I knew he didn't go back to their ship. Suddenly, a knife, I think, slammed into the branch, inches from my faces. Bark flew up into my eyes from the impact, and I fell to the ground with a quiet grunt of pain. As quickly as my uncle, a clone was standing over me, his DC-15S blaster rifle pointed at me. I saw black dots in my vision as I slowly shook my head, chasing them away, and raised my hands. So much for the hope it was a prank. "Bloody hell." I muttered, as he jerked me to my feet, picking up my obvious sniper rifle. The clones were now kneeling in a circle around a clone who was also kneeling: But waiting for me. My clone shoved me into the circle.

"What do 'e do with this little blighter?" A voice from my guard asked.

"Who are you?" The clone in front of me demanded gruffly. "What are you doing out here?"

I said nothing, but swallowed hard.