((--Private Bertin Caterlin AKA Mate.--))

"Get up, soldier. You're not dead yet."

My body was aching, my skull was thumping, but not as hard as my heart.
"Mate, you okay?"

"I'm fine, I think."

I opened my eyes. Captain Tom was looking up at me. "You alright?"
"Fine."

I grabbed my sniper rifle off the grass next to me. "What happened?" I asked. Tom seemed injured, his face showed no emotion.
"Where's my m-16?"

"Here."

Peter handed me my m-16. My throat was dry, but I ignored it. Standing up, I continued along the squad.

"Stop." Tom said. "Sniper in the tower."

I looked up at the tower. A small man with a sniper rifle was looking at us. "Looks like he hasn't seen us yet."
Scratch that, he didn't see us.
I aimed my sniper rifle at his head, then pulled the trigger.

"Great shot." Gerard said with a smile.

"Hey, Mate, come over here." Tom said.

I walked over to him, putting my M21 back on my back.

"Mate, you know how to make a Ghillie suit, right?"

"Yes..."

"You're a good sniper, right?"

"Yes?"

"Make a ghillie suit." he handed me a spool of fishing wire.

"But those take hours to make!"

"It's worth it, Mate."

It's worth it... Right.

We spent two days in a abandon house. My hands were stinging. making Ghillie suits were irritating. Making them perfect was the part that I hated.

Tom attached a silencer on his M16. "Okay, squad. We have two days untill the LZ picks us up. We need to kill our target before then. If we do so, we can call in a gun ship to pick us up. So, the faster we do this, the faster we get out of here with a big airplane made to blow !&# up. Sound good?"

Everyone said at once "Hell yeah!"

After an hour, my ghillie suit was complete.

"Alright, squad, lets go." Tom announced.

We traveled through the city without being noticed and killing only two men. Both of which were asleep.
We camped at a old Hotel on the twenty-third floor. My back was aching.

Tom dropped his suitcase that he was carrying. At first he told us it was a m60, but we found out something.
It was a Barrett M82.

I lined up the heavy sniper rifle out the window using a foot stool.

"I have a clear shot on the enemy trading spot, sir."

"Good."

Three hours later

I was half asleep when Tom nudged my arm. I woke up to see Tom pushed over my shoulder with his binoculars pressed against his eyes.
"Enemy target dead ahead. My binoculars can't see their faces, though."

I looked through my scope. The purple sky and dim light made it hard to see their faces. One of the men pulled out a flashlight, lighting up my vision through the scope.
I pulled away from the scope, then looked at the picture on the stool next to me, then looked in the scope again.

"The man in the middle, I have confirmed the ID of the man in the middle. He's our guy. Permission to fire."

"Not yet."

We waited a few minutes, then our target stepped in his car.

"Sir! He's about to leave! Permission to fire!"

"Not yet."

Then, the car started and he began driving. I kept my scope on him in the driver seat. I also felt Tom's gaze locked on me.

"Fire!"

I pulled the trigger. The bullet flew through the air, then crashed through the window. I saw blood splatter in the window and the car swerved on the road, crashing into the other cars, which crashed into other cars and caused a domino effect.
Then, they crashed off the road.

"Good shot." Tom said with a large, large smile.

Yet his smiile seemed fake. Some reason, he felt uneasy about our sniping location.

As if he's been here before.