The tall grass of the cliff edge covered Spree perfectly as he loaded his E-17d sniper rifle picked up from the body of a dead rebel sniper a few missions prior. He had no need to silence his shots, knowing that his comrades would send the perusers in the wrong direction. To be safe, Spree wore light body armor and a camouflaged rebel outfit, also stolen from the dead traitor. A small blood stain was still on the chest of the uniform, but it didn't bother him. Spree saw his four squad-mates dressed in Stormtrooper equipment and armor that had one red shoulder plate. They stood outside a metal building that didn't stand out from any other metal building in the base. "He takes forever to get ready.." {Radio crackle} Blue complained.
"You complain to much!" {Radio crackle} Retorted Trips. Axle just stood still at the doorway.
"Shut up, you guys talk to much." {Radio crackle} Captain Walker ordered as he appeared around the corner after making a loop around the building to make sure no one else was around. Axle just nodded in agreement.
The two quit talking a stared straight ahead and waited for the target to walk out of the building. They were supposed to be 'security' which made the target feel important as he strode out of the thick metal door with his head high and his formal officers uniform fitted tightly around his . . . thicker build. Quickly, the scouts in disguise formed a square around the man, leaving enough room between them and their target, just in case the shot was a little off. They all doubted this possibility but in the words of the Captain, "Better safe than sorry." Spree unclipped his other weapon, a stun blaster just in case an unlucky Stormtrooper wandered in the wrong direction, to allow more freedom to move without accidentally firing it off. The group moved slowly and confidently as they turned the corner so Spree could clearly see their targets face. Making sure the rifle was loaded and ready, he aimed the crosshairs a little ways ahead of the target to account for sudden movements or unexpected obstacles.
"Target in sight, continue to the designated point." Spree spoke into his squad's radios. A slight nod from the Captain allowed Spree to know he was heard and the small square of men slowly proceeded to the slightly taller meeting house. The building looked smooth and sleek in design and definitely stood out from the buildings close to it. It had no windows and a strongly sealed blast door. Spree was to fire as soon as the man turned to walk into the building. This would give him a bigger target and would send the man running into the meeting house, if he failed to send a killing shot, where more Imperials who knew about the plan were waiting.
The group had almost reached it's target when a man, also in an officers uniform, unexpectedly jogged up to the Strategic Commander and tried to whisper something in his ear. Trips stood up and stuck a hand between the face of both men and calmly ordered, "Step back." The man froze and looked Trips up and down as if to size him up for a fight. Trips stood unwavering and ordered again, "Step back." Spree watched the encounter through his scope, hearing Trips order the man a second time. The man turned to the target and said five more words that caught the attention of the sniper. "Watch where you step, sir," and he quickly saluted and marched away briskly and quickly. Spree made a mental note to search who the man was, knowing that there will be camera's pointing at the scene. No camera's were pointing outward in Spree's direction which made him feel more confident and safe in his patch of grass.
Trips put his had down and got back in his place. "Ready to move, sir." {Radio crackle} Spree listened in as he realigned his crosshairs on the target again. Hesitantly the officer continued on his course and stopped in-front of the doors. He stood there, not turning and staring at a rock below him. Spree snapped the safety off the sniper and zoomed the scope closer on the man. After waiting a good five seconds, the man looked up in the direction of the sniper with a look of determination and defeat. Instantly Spree took the shot, sending a laser between the targets eyes which were pointed directly at his zone. The body crumbled and the group of scouts slightly jumped at the unexpected timing of the sniper's shot. Spree threw the rifle to the side and grabbed his stun blaster than stood up without looking back at the commotion of yet another camp he's violated. The group tosses the body inside the meeting house and quickly points the unknowing Stormtroopers in the wrong direction.
Spree quickly discards his uniform, knowing that if he is seen wearing it he will be killed on sight. Sprinting up to his speeder, he hops onto the black leather seat and starts up and squealing vehicle. "Stop right there!" Spree lifts his head from the speeder controls to see a Stormtrooper holding a standard issue E-11 which was used for closer combat which in unlike his long rage E-11 sniper. "Don't move!" He must have seen the shot being fired and he took a few steps closer to the speeder. Spree heard the click of the safety being switched off and glanced down to his own stun blaster. "Off the speeder!" The speeder was still running and Spree stayed where he was, his hands slightly raised above the metal handles. "I said off the spe-!" The trooper was cut off as Spree dropped his hands on the throttle and bolted off into the forest, the grass and bushes behind him being attacked by the wind the speeder pushed aside and the high pitched sound of the engine cutting through the normal forest noises.
The trooper fired a few shots at the machine but the lasers were no where close to the speeder and they ricocheted off poor trees that were planted in the unlucky spots. Spree sped quickly through the forest and reached Home in a small amount of time. Knowing he would arrive before any of the others, he Parked his speeder in the designated area, signed back into the base, and stood awaiting his squad's return. He sat down on a tree stump and sighed. He would be waiting a long time.
