Spree stepped into the large, temporary bunker the Galactic Empire called the barracks but all the soldiers called "a piece of garbage" or, the "Tin-can" because of the lack of projection it had from explosives, blaster fire, or anything else wanting to end the lives of what was inside. It didn't help the barracks were smack-dap in the center of the compound which happens to be the only place without a tree. Unloading his equipment onto his bunk, Spree pulled off his helmet and was greeted with the fresh forest air and the smell of the restrooms close by. Hanging up his equipment after checking them for injury, he sat down on his matt that was supposed to act like a bed and unloaded his E-11 long ranged blaster. Pulling out a thin cloth, the sniper silently filled his time by making sure his weapon was shiny and ready for combat.
As he was finishing his cleaning, Captain Walker and Trips walked inside the barracks doors and tossed Spree a small rationing of food from the tiny mess-hall. "Have you ever missed a shot? Even once?" Trips asked as he sat down on his bunk across from Spree once he noticed he was cleaning his blaster. "Yeah, when I was aiming at you." He replied in a comical manner. "Ha. . . ha . . . ha . . . very funny, very funny.." The corporal stated sarcastically as his took off his visored helmet. Captain Walker ignored the conversation that was starting and sat down on his own bed, not bothering to take off his armor, but setting his helmet on the chest of belongings each trooper was allowed to carry.
Each chest was tiny and could only really hold six or seven things. Spree had mainly extra uniforms for off-duty days where they were able to stay inside the barracks all day. But he carried a small holo-projector that had pictures of past victories with his squad, friends that died in the field of battle, or his small family he lost. He never knew what his family thought about him enlisting into the Empire. They were killed by a bomb the Rebellion detonated at the wrong time, killing several civilians which included his family on a shopping trip, but only wounding the assassin's target. "But seriously though. With all the time that we've been on missions together, I don't think I've seen you miss your target." Trips said, continuing his earlier question and opening his rations. "The projections on the visors help." Spree explained tapping his index finger on the visor of his helmet.
"So you're cheating?" Trips countered with a smile intruding onto his face. "Sure, whatever floats your boat." The sniper replied simply with a shrug. Trips yawned and laid down, using his hands as extra support on the rock-hard pillow and let his rations lie on his chest. Blue and Axle walked into the barracks each carrying their own rations. Spree opens his gray container and grabs a piece of solid crackers and some cheese. Blue sat down on the bunk above Spree, his armored feet dangling beside his head. "What happened to the good food? Didn't they used to have meat?" The medic complained as he used two crackers to make a cheese sandwich. "That was at a permanent facility, Blue." Captain Walker said, rolling onto his side to face the group. "This is a temporary facility." He continued on, gesturing to the barracks with a sweep of his hands.
"Right." Blue nodded. "They could still get some meat though."
Axle stood up from his bunk next to Captain Walker's and dumped the rest of his rations outside the barracks for the rodents. "I hate cheese.." Was all he said as he sat back down.
"I'm gonna go check on how our guest is doing." Captain Walker said as he stood up with his helmet. If he's awake, he could send us off on our next assignment." Setting his helmet on his head, he walked out of the barracks and to where the prison chambers were located.
Spree yawned and decided to take a break from being awake and set his rifle down next to his other equipment. His head softly landed on his hard pillow and fell asleep to the the laughter of his squad-mates making crude jokes.
{3 hours later}
Captain Walker walked back in holding a larger holo-projector and set it on the ground. "Gather 'round boys, we've got some info on our assignment." Spree had been awake for the past half hour and took a knee next to the officer. The others did the same and the projector shot out a blue image of a man, roughly around the age of thirty-five wearing a Galactic Empire high-ranking officers uniform. "We been told from our captives that this man here, Strategic Commander Alfred Jonos who is a high ranking officer helping run the operations here on Fedje, is indeed the next target."
No shocked expressions came from the scouts as they had already guessed that he was the spy. Their last mission was a last check to make sure their assumptions were correct. "Now our commanding officer knows that if we accuse him, his followers will find anyway possible to bail him out of the accusations." The captain glanced up at Spree who guessed exactly what he was supposed to do. "That's why they need him dead. Spree, they want it to look as if he died in an assassination attempt. Of course you will have to use a different blaster, one that the Alliance regularly uses, so that the autopsy won't find any trace of Imperial involvement." The captain glanced back down at the fuzzy holo-projection. "The rest of our jobs are to prevent anyone from getting close to Spree, or the target." Captain Walker looked up at his squad. "We will be given standard Stormtrooper uniforms to blend in."
"The blue buzzing projection quickly switched from the target to the uniforms. "Each of us will have a red shoulder plate so we can recognize who is who. The target will be as Base Alpha which is just east of here." The blue haze switched to a map of the complex which was much larger than the one they were currently stationed at. Blue pointed at the picture. "I bet they have meat." He retorted, bringing up his earlier complaint. Ignoring his comment, Captain Walker pointed to a cliff with loads of lengthy grass. "Spree will be stationed here." A red dot appeared and blinked slowly, showing the exact position of where the sniper is to fire from. "The rest of us will be following the target as he goes to a ' scheduled ' meeting." The captain explained using quotes with his fingers as he said "scheduled". "If anyone tries to get in contact with the target, you are to deter him or her from doing so." Walker looked up at his group. "Is that clear?"
"Crystal clear." Trips replied for the group, still staring at the map. Captain Walker continued, "As he reaches the door to the building, that is where Spree will take the shot. As soon as that happens, we are to drag his body inside the building and say the sniper shot from here." A red dot flashed a good distance from Spree's dot on the hovering map. "That should give us all enough time to turn-tail and run to the speeders. We meet back here when it's finished." The Captain finished, pointing to the ground to show that they were to meet back at Home. "We leave tomorrow morning, get your gear packed and we'll get the uniforms and weapons set."
Spree stood up and walked out of the bunker along with Captain Walker as they went to retrieve the long range weapon he would probably trash after this assignment.