The day started off normal enough for the newly famous "Little Women" fire team. Half-Pint started the truck, Shark took her spot in the front of the Humvee, and the rest climbed in the back with the unit they called the "Eye Candy Shoppe Fire Team." With the word, off they went. Another day; another shit mission. Half-Pint thought. She hated being a woman. She envied Angel. Not only does he get to see all the war action, he gets to shoot.
Half-Pint grew up the daughter of a Ranger sniper and wanted her whole life to be one. But I can't. I have to be a female. Of all the cursed luck! While she was bemoaning her fate in her head, an explosion rocked the lead Humvee. "SHIT!" She screamed and swerved her Humvee to the left to avoid a collision. The unit jumped out quickly as gunfire exploded out of nowhere.

She looked to her left and saw Angel kneeling. "You okay, Half-Pint?"

"I'm fine. Just wondering about Snickers and Ace Ventura in the lead Humvee." By the looks of it, she knew that it would be a miracle if anyone made it out of the Humvee alive, but she didn't have time to think about it.

"Goddamnit!" Scream yelled. Half-Pint looked him as he calmly fired his weapon. It was as though this was just another training exercise to him. "Angel, goddamnit, find Smoke and see what you can do about the Humvee."

Angel took off. "Half-Pint, you better be firing your weapon before I shoot your ass myself!" Half-Pint just leaned against the wheel. "Goddamnit, Half-Pint, did you hear me?"

"I heard you." She calmly raised her shotgun and fired the weapon behind Scream.

"What the fuck?" Scream yelled. "Shoot in the same goddamn direction as everyone else!"

Half-Pint shrugged. "Sure thing, Sarge. Just remember the enemy also attacks from behind. So, I'll just shoot in the way you're shooting and let them shoot our fucking asses."

Scream shot her one of his famous "You're lucky we're in a fucking gunfight otherwise I'd kick your ass right now." looks. "I see you learned a lot from Shark on how to be a fucking good Soldier."

Half-Pint looked at Scream. "What? You wanna die? I'll let you fuck…" A soft sound to her left caused Half-Pint to turn. In her last unit, she had the nickname of Tiger because of her hearing and viciousness when provoked in gunfire. She could hear a feather drop in a pile of other feathers, they'd say. "Angel," she whispered. "Do you see him?"

"Yeah, I see him, alright."

"What do you make of it?" Half-Pint raised her gun.

"Doesn't matter what's to be made of it. We gotta take him out." Smoke retorted.

Ignoring Smoke, Angel looked at Half-Pint. "You got a clear shot?"

"No. Not yet." Half-Pint steadied her gun. She loved this part of war. It wasn't that she loved killing people; she just loved knocking off the bad guys before they knocked one of her squad off. She knew that if this guy wasn't killed, more American Soldiers would lose their lives. After losing Maverick, she didn't want to lose anymore. She also knew that Angel was beside her and if she couldn't hit him, he would. "He's smart, Angel. He knows we want to kill him."

"If he were smart, he wouldn't be out here." Scream quietly retorted.

"I mean, Staff, he's not holding still long enough for me or Angel to get an accurate site on him." Half-Pint snapped at Scream. "Finally." She said as the man stopped to take aim at the team. "Go to Allah, friend." She pulled the trigger and the man went down like a bag of bricks. She looked at Scream. "And yeah, oh sarcastic one, Shark DID teach me a thing or two about being a Soldier. What do you've got against it?"

Scream looked at Half-Pint. He admired her fire and was rather impressed that she learned from Shark on how to be a good, effective Soldier. Not to mention shot. "Angel, Smoke, come with me. The rest of you stay here." Smoke, Scream, and Angel approached the fallen man with caution.

"Holy shit, man!" Smoke smarted. "Girl capped his ass. Look at that shot, Sarge."

"I see the shot. Now let's move out." Scream moved.

Smoke looked at Angel. "That girl shoots as well as you do, bro."

Angel said nothing. He didn't care much for war and all he wanted to do more than anything was do what he came to do and get home safe. He climbed into the back of the Humvee and looked at the mini Soldier. "Where'd you learn to shoot like that?"

Tariq grinned. "I bet she learned at church camp too."

Angel sarcastically glared at Tariq. "Where did you learn?"

Half-Pint only smiled. She had come to learn the men in the Army were chauvinistic in their way of thinking and she knew this young group wouldn't really believe her if she said her dad, the Ranger sniper taught her. "My dad." And she left it at that.

Dim smiled at her. "So, what? Your dad in the Mafia or something?"

Half-Pint smiled. "Nah. Just a hunter."

Angel looked at her. "Hunters may have good aim, but you hit him in the eye. Ain't no hunter I ever knew could do that."

Before she could stop, Half-Pint blurted out "One Shot. One Kill. I Decide. No Remorse."

Scream snapped his head around to her. "Where'd you learn that?"

"Learn what?" Half-Pint played innocent.

"The Snipers Motto. Where'd you learn that?"

"The Discovery Channel." Half-Pint grinned.

"Bullshit." Scream looked at her. I'll be damned if she isn't telling everything. You don't learn that shit from The Discovery Channel. He eyed her up and down. She's like me, to some degree, I'll wager a bet on that.