Author's Note: Hey everyone, sorry for the delay, I realized I needed to add some further realism when dealing with snipers (thankfully the boyfriend had a sniper's manual in his personal library). As a result, I've been turning over the chapter in my head repeatedly, hoping it makes sense and is, at least, semi-realistic.

That's not to mention how swamped I was with schoolwork, work-work, family issues... and how I've been working on an original idea of my own.

Semester is finally over, so now I have plenty of free time on my hands to finally update. :)


WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS FEMALE-FEMALE SEXUAL RELATIONS AND ALLUDES TO MALE-FEMALE SEXUAL RELATIONS!


Lyons' attempt to wipe the gunk from her eyes was thwarted by her helmet. Oh, right. She raised her arms above her head, stretching, wincing when her bones creaked and cracked. Despite having been in the sniper nest for the past two weeks, she still was not used to sleeping in her power armor... for an hour, at most, at a time.

Still, she stood from her sitting position and swapped places with Dusk, the blonde now taking her turn at watching one of the alleys in the dead city.

What made it worse, was that it was Tuesday. The pair of raider women, whom Lyons silently named "Violet" and "Pinky", so-called for their obnoxious choices in hair color, made their excursions to the school often: every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. In the expanse of concrete and silence, it became the highlight of Lyons' day.

The women would venture to the same window and engage in intercourse. Some days, Pinky, the taller girl, would best Violet in their bouts: topping the shorter girl and having her way with her. Just the thought of the short girl struggling beneath her, sent a shudder through Lyons.

She imagined Violet swaying her hips in front of her, teasing her, just begging for the blonde to fuck her; Lyons would tear off her clothes, pulling her hair and raking nails down her back; her lips were on Violet's, biting and sucking and licking; one hand squeezing and pulling at one of the lower girl's breasts, teasing and pinching the nipple; her other hand plunging into the other girl, making her scream and buck and grind against the blonde.

Lyons gasped at the now-familiar, yet strangely uncomfortable, flood of moisture soaking into her panties.

But, she would have to suffer through another Tuesday; and everyone knew, that nothing ever happened on Tuesdays.

She scanned the length and width of the alleyway, keeping her eyes moving as Dusk had insisted upon. God, I hate this. While Lyons knew, somewhere in the back of her mind, that her job as spotter was important - she was responsible for keeping threats away from this entry into GNR Plaza, after all - she found it hard to find such purpose when she was left with staring at gray concrete, gray rubble, gray rebar, dark gray asphalt, and purple hair.

Purple hair!?

Lyons snapped her binoculars back to the flash of color. Violet disappeared behind a wall, one of her hands extended before her and was captured by another's. The blonde shifted her view to Violet and Pinky's window. A tall, bald individual grinned as he pulled the purple-haired girl towards him.

Heart sinking, Lyons grimaced in distaste at the turn of events. She's with a man. She did not satisfy her morbid curiosity, refusing to observe what transpired between the pair. Instead, she diverted her attention back to the alleyway: the gray rubble and concrete seemed so interesting now.

Hot breath slid into her ear. Lyons jumped.

"Don't get too excited, Little Miss Voyeur." The blonde did not have to look in order to see the smirk on Dusk's face.

"Not with you," Lyons growled, "nor him."

"Him? Pinky's got a boyfriend now?"

"Violet does. Don't know where Pinky is."

Dusk squinted, raising a horizontal hand to her forehead. "Well, I'll be! What d'ya think happened?"

"Don't know."

"Don't sound so sad," the sniper chuckled, elbowing Lyons in the ribs.

Lyons snorted. "Couldn't sleep?"

"It's been an hour."

"Already?"

Dusk nodded and threw her head to the corner of the empty room. "Yep, take your nap."

Lyons glanced towards the school, but the purple-haired girl and her new lover were already gone. The blonde took one more look at the alleyway. Movement. Green shirt. "I've got one."

The tar-haired girl slid into position behind her rifle. "Call it in."

Speaking into the radio, Lyons almost forgot to use her callsign. "L - Tiger to Cardinal. Tiger to Cardinal, over."

After a few seconds, Bishop's voice crackled over the speaker. "Go ahead, Tiger, over."

"We've got a Romeo waltzing down our entry. Please confirm, over." Dusk peered down her sights, shutting one eye, as the pair waited for the go.

"Roger, Tiger. Target confirmed. Fire when ready, over."

Lyons whipped out her range table, a laminated spreadsheet comprised of tens of columns. She stared into her binoculars for a moment, noting the digital number popping up as she aimed them at the raider. Three hundred yards.

She checked her other instruments. Sixty-six degrees Fahrenheit. Air pressure at 29.97 inches of mercury. Why was she with a man? Lyons shook her head, urging herself to focus on the task at hand.

"Take your time, Lyons."

Humidity... 87. Wind speed at 5 miles per hour... She watched the raider as he continued to walk towards their position. Are men more... interesting? A shudder pulsated over her body as she forced down the bile rising in her throat. Then she remembered the raider's throbbing member. No, vaginas are prettier than penises... but why? Is it more... fun with a man? Just the thought of allowing a man to touch her...

Fifteen degrees down. "Oh-point-nine-one inches down, Dusk."

The sniper checked her sights. "Are you sure?"

Lyons referenced her ballistics table, trying to match up the appropriate readings to the trajectory compensation. "Uh..." The entries blurred together, but she was positive her initial assessment was correct. "Yes..."

Adjusting to the given trajectory, Dusk confirmed the angle's value before squeezing the trigger. THUNK! The rifle shook as the bullet sped out of the chamber. Lyons stared at the raider, now raising his weapon in confusion and turning this way and that. Why isn't he down?

"You fucked up your angles, Lyons," Dusk snarled, popping the bullet casing out of the chamber before re-aiming.

Lyons fumbled with her tables, checking her instruments once again for the air conditions. Another THUNK! Glancing up, the blonde saw the raider in green had collapsed to the ground, dead.

The sniper turned to Lyons, glaring. But the radio voiced her opinion on the matter, "Tiger, Dawn, what the hell was that!?"

Speechless, Lyons reacted a half-second too late as Dusk snatched the radio away. "Miscalculation, Cardinal. Won't happen again, over." She threw the receiver at Lyons. "C'mon. We've gotta move."

Lyons remained silent as she helped pack up their equipment. One shot from a sniper's nest was sufficient, but two would broadcast to the rest of the raider's squad their exact location.

The blonde cursed herself as she tried to drive away the pit forming in her throat and the thoughts of the purple-haired girl from her mind.


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