AN: Hello again, Readers. Apologies, but this is not an actual chapter... Just a short Omake me and lolrus came up with while writing chapter 2. We we're going to include this in the actual chapter, but had to cut it out as to not clutter up the story... So we hope you enjoy!

Chapter 2.5: Red vs Blue

12.04 AM, Atlas building rooftops,

Moments after receiving orders from command, several military-issued Bullheads and assault vehicles were dispatched in a race to apprehend General Ironwood's assailant.

The bullhead flew above the Atlesian buildings with searchlights on the fleeing figure of the assassin. "There you are, you son-of-a-bitch…" the pilot whispered and contacted their base. "Command, this is Bullhead 479er, I have the suspect in sight and he's really bookin' it! He's headed northwest of the academy."

"We cannot allow him to escape after what he did! All bullheads, rendezvous with 479er and do everything you can to stop him. Ground forces, evacuate all civilians within the building after securing the perimeter. Storm the roof as soon as the last civilians leaves the building."

With their battle plan decided, the pilot hangs up and turned on the bullheads intercom. "Alright Church, target is inbound. Motherbase said weapons free." The pilot informed their passenger and started speeding up, overtaking the man in red. "Alright, time to test out this new sniper rifle!" a soldier with light blue accents named Church cheered, earning a sigh from the pilot. "Just try NOT to miss? You're still getting heat from command for almost team-killing your new recruit."

"Okay, first of all, the newbie getting shot was NOT my fault! The sun was in my eye when I was aiming. Secondly, he was wearing the EXACT same old armor as those practice dummies! How was I supposed to tell the fuckin' difference?" he argued back as he slams in a magazine into the weapon.

"Just DON'T fuck it up this time!"

"Alright, fine! Just open the goddamn door already!"

As soon as the back entrance opened, Church went down on one knee, took aim and fired at the assassin. Instead of hitting the target however, the bullet shot the ground in front of the man in red, stopping him within his tracks and making him look up.

There was a short moment of pregnant silence before the pilot called him with the radio again. "You missed the target again, didn't you?"

"No I didn't. That was just a- uh, warning shot! Yeah, a warning shot!" he retorted as to save face, before turning on the built-in speaker in his helmet. "ALRIGHT RED! THAT WAS YOUR ONE WARNING SHOT! IF YOU DON'T SURRENDER, THE NEXT ONE'S GOING RIGHT BETWEEN YOUR EYES!" Church warned the assassin, making sure to aim on target.

"'Surrender'?" The man in red repeated and looked to where the bullet hit before turning back to the sniper with a response. "With an aim like that, I don't really feel like doing it. Why don't you take another crack at me, hotshot?" the assassin offered as he adopted a sassy pose, doubting the soldiers words before gesturing him to do just that.

Church's anger flared at the man in red's mocking tone and decides to take him up on that offer. "ALL RIGHT, I WARNED YA! SAYONARA, BIATCH!" he bade farewell and fired without hesitating, missing the assassin's head by a good 10 inches. "OH COME ON! WHAT THE FUCK?!"

In response to such a blatant lack of skill and precision, the assassin merely looked behind him and over at where the bullet whizzed past him and into the distance with a curious look on his face. After a brief moment of examining the smoke trail the round left slowly fading away, he turned back to the sniper's direction with an amused smirk before he leaned forward and once again gestured for the sniper to plant one of those bullets between his eyes.

As one could likely imagine, the already agitated soldier took no small amount of offense to the assassin's patronizing.

"OH YOU SMUG ANIME-WANNABE ASSWIPE! Y'KNOW WHAT!? FORGET WHAT I SAID, THE NEXT ONE'S GOING BETWEEN YOUR LEGS!" The sniper roared out furiously, firing another shot from his rifle. Unfortunately for him, however, his bluster was once again proven to be just that -a bluster- when a waist length shot whizzed past the man in red harmlessly. "GOD FUCKING DAMMIT!" He exclaimed in frustration, now firing rapidly in the assassin's direction to no effect whatsoever.

"Sheesh, who woulda' thought Atlas' finest consisted of the peanut gallery?" The swordsman mused to himself as more bullets whizzed passed him, filling the air around him with a slight breeze. This continued for a bit longer and during that time, the assassin nonchalantly checked the time on his scroll. Upon noticing that time was unfortunately running a little short, he decided that he'd enjoyed enough playtime for one day.

"Alright pal, as fun as it is watching you show off that you couldn't blast the broad side of a barn, I'm afraid I gotta jet. But hey, don't let this discourage you! Just keep at it! Give it a couple years of intensive training at the shooting gallery, and you might actually be able to graze me with one of those rounds!"

"YOU SMUG" *BANG!* "CONDESCENDING" *BANG!* "PIECE OF" *BANG!* "BLOODY DIARRHEA!"

At this point, as the sniper's furious insults were punctuated by sniper fire, all of which continued to whiz past him with no threat of hitting him whatsoever, the assassin's amused expression was slowly replaced with a frown, because frankly, this was starting to stop being funny and just started getting sad on the sniper's part. Letting out a small sigh and a shake of his head, the assassin decided to show this dipshit what a real sharpshooter looked like... or perhaps Gunslinger would be a more appropriate term on his part?

*BANG!*

Regardless, in a split second, the assassin was quick to pull out his black pistol from its holster and without even looking, sent a single powerful bullet towards the sniper that, with great precision, zipped into the sniper's barrel just as he pulled the trigger once more, jamming the rifle and decimating the barrel, much to it's user's frustration and bewilderment.

"AH! WHAT THE FUCK, DUDE!?"

As the soldier tried to figure out just how the hell the red-clad man was capable of such a feat, the sharp sound of a whistle from his direction caught his attention. Using his still-intact scope to check, the soldier's confusion was quickly replaced with an increasingly common display of anger when he saw the assassin looking right at him with a smug, all-too pleased with himself grin.

With his gun still drawn, the assassin took aim and shot the bullhead's left wing Dust-engine. This resulted in a small windy explosion rather than a normal fiery one, which caused the aircraft to lose control of itself. "Sayonara, BITCH~!" And with that ironic farewell bid topped off with a flippant wave goodbye, the assassin continued on his merry way, ignoring the humiliated soldier's furious exclamations towards him as the bullhead descended to the concrete ground.

To be continued…