The sky is just starting to burn with the first rays of morning light as the sun begins to rise on the twenty ninth day of what was supposed to be a five day mission to the middle east to find the targets. As the edge of the sun finally breaks the horizon to cause the sky to shimmer and ripple around it the light floods into a set of cameras on the head of Aiden's mech to slowly flood his tiny cockpit with light and in no time at all the light is landing on his face. Grumbling and shifting to try and block out the light only wakes him up further as he bumps into the various controls lining the walls of his cell as he has come to call it. Soon Wolf slams his fist into the camera controls to the mech to close the shutters and lays back down but just as he gets comfortable they slowly begin to open once more to blind the tired soldier. Wolf growls in frustration "Well fuck you too Fenrir…. Fine I am up you happy now you over priced scrap heap…" As if on command a small blue disk flickers to lift to support a roughly eight inch tall hologram of a man wearing a hooded cloak and matte black clothing as well as a pair of swords on his hip, looking up at the pilot as he goes about his morning routine "Sorry sir but you are not really my type… but I digress… you know protocol dictates for you to be up at this hour and you said yourself for me to wake you whenever it was needed" Wolf simply glares down at the figure and holds up two fingers "One… fuck protocols I was having a great dream…. And two it's been twenty six days so far and jack shit has happened so sod off Neo…" As Wolf pops the hatch to climb down for food and to stretch Fenrir does the equivalent to rolling his eyes and sighing "Yes I know… the one with the kittens, C4 and a toothbrush… you really need to stop talking in your sleep you know that right? Oh and twenty nine days… we leave at sun down if they don't show" But by this point Wolf was already out and being lowered to the sun baked desert floor where he stretched out and yawns as he walks to one of the legs of his machine, muttering to himself as he pounds his fist on the cargo hold switch to open it "those kittens had it coming every time cheeky little bas… oh look a brownie" he smiles some as he pops a small chunk of the dessert in his mouth as he continues to rifle through the spent MRE trash that has accumulated over the past month. After his meager breakfast of a brownie and dehydrated cereal he begins his morning work outs to partially kill time and to simply get out of the cockpit and breathe the fresh air before the sun burns it all as the day heats up. After roughly an hour and a half Wolf is back in the seat with a clean shave accompanied with several cuts from the dull razor blade as he begins his morning scans of the desolate expanse of land that lays before him. Every now and again glancing at the pictures of his wife and daughter to which he smiles slightly. He soon settles in once more and lets his mind drift as he waits the day out like so many days before.
As the last rays of light dance over the barren desert Wolf is in a rather light sleep having dozed off by mistake, not noticing the set of rooster tails being thrown up in the distance by a pair of vehicles. Fenrir is standing on his pedestal turned towards the screens "watching" the feeds and sighs before turning to the clocked out pilot, frowning as he lets the warning siren blare through the tiny space which in turn causes Wolf to snap to attention to see what is causing the alarm. Fenrir kills the warning and turns back to the screens which he zooms in on the disturbance "well it is great to see the best and brightest sleeping with the two worlds' deadliest mechs at our twelve isn't it?" Wolf freezes half way through wiping the drool from his face, eyes narrowing as all signs of fatigue melt away and he adopts an ice cold demeanor while a hand reaches up to grab the partial rifle stock that is mounted on a swivel arm on the top of his cockpit. Pulling the aiming device firmly into his shoulder to set is as if it was an actual rifle, moving the stock into the pocket of his shoulder to keep it stable and has his face pressed to the side on a pad for him to be able to look though the side mounted scope. Hands expertly manipulating the various controls as he speaks in a hushed tone to Fenrir "Wind?... distance?... speed?... humidity?... elevation?..." to each Fenrir flashes softly before reading off all the data needed to make the shot, turning to the operator "By the way HQ has revised the orders to taking out Fox before Gnat since they figure he is a higher value target and more dangerous while Gnat can be dealt with quickly" Wolf pulls his face away from the sight just enough to frown at the A.I. and shake his head "Orders are fooking orders I guess… Rodger that…" Taking the few seconds to shift his aim to the slightly slower tank model as it lumbers through the desert and holds for where the intel figured the best place to hit for a killing shot on the monstrosity. Closing his eyes and exhaling slowly as his finger takes up slack on the trigger, opening his eyes as he feels the trigger hit the breaking point and pulls it home gently to which he is rewarded by the thunderous boom of the sniper cannon as the round is propelled down the barrel towards the target. Eyes glued to the scope as he tracks the trajectory of the round right up to the point of impact where the tank is engulfed in a torrent of flames from the armor piercing incendiary round but Wolf waits a few more seconds for the smoke to clear before confirming the kill. But as the smoke and flames thin out his heart plummets as he sees Fox at a deep stop and completely unscathed save the scrapped paint on the torso from the impact of the round, muttering softly as both of the tank's heavy cannons swivel towards him and prepare to fire "…well fuck all kinds of duck…" and before he can move both of the cannons return their deadly salvo.
