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Gregg waited patiently.
Now, if one were to ask anyone Gregg knew to describe him, it's that the words 'wait' and 'patiently' is never in one sentence when talking about Gregg (unless you add a big fat 'NEVER'). They will then be told that Gregg is a ball of pure, unadulterated energy trapped within a vessel of flesh and bones that refused to sit still in one place (description courtesy of Mae).
But as of right now, the fox sniper waited patiently. It was an odd sight; Gregg not uttering a sound, completely concentrated, and deathly still.
Breathe in, breathe out. Keep your hands on the trigger and eyes on the scope. Be still, and focus.
As Gregg waited, he recited the words taught to him by his predecessor in his head. Always live by three standards: Be polite...
*BANG*
"AAAAAAGGGGHHHHH!"
"Who's the lady now, huh?! Eff you, Scriggins!"
Be efficient...
"Bombs away!"
*CRASH!*
"Don't tell me this is... Gregg, you sonuva—!"
Have a plan to kill everyone you meet...
"So I'm thinking I should shoot your legs so you'd stop moving and then I could watch you bleed to death—"
"Why don't you just headshot the blue me and be done with it?"
"Because that's boring and straightforward. This way, I can find out how long it takes until someone bleeds to death from a bullet wound."
"... Did Lori ask you to do this?"
But perhaps the most important lesson of all, always know the difference between a crazed gunman and an assassin.
Gregg chuckled as he found his target—an olive green bird clad in the BLU Soldier uniform. The bird blinked owlishly as he caught sight of the red dot on his forehead before staring at the source. "Wave goodbye to your head." He murmured, pulling the trigger.
*BANG*
The Soldier squawked in surprise and fell down on the ground dead.
"Ha!" Gregg pumped his fist in the air. "That's what you get for taking Soldier, Germ! And maining Meta Knight in smash!"