Part One.
The day was bright and sunny over in the mid western area of the United States of America. Here are two under trained but highly skilled teams of mercenaries were fighting over this dust bowl. The teams were made up of very different people with very different backgrounds, but today we will be looking at one of the members of the red colored team. His name will not be told because of the request of his parents. We will just call him "The Sniper".
"You got blood on my knife, mate." said the Sniper as he was removing the knife he was speaking of from the corpse of the Scottish, Black man with an eye patch.
"Uhhhhh." whispered what the sniper thought was the dead Scott's man's last words. The sniper then went back up to the window of the building that the control point was located, he then stepped onto the conveniently placed mining cart and took aim on his rifle.
He took a quick look around to see if there were any new targets, and found none at all. He had a bad feeling at the bottom of his gut that he was not alone. He took out back out his knife and went on his way back to the spawn room to get some assistance with protecting the point.
When he was nearing his destination, he herd the loud sounds of rock music by The Who. He discovered the scout sitting on the second control point having a picnic with the music playing over a radio next to the a lunch box full of stolen sandwiches from the Blu heavy.
The sniper had to ask, "What the hell are you doing mate?"
The scout undeviatingly said, "What does it look like I'm doing?"
"It looks like your sitting down eating stolen food and listening to god awful music when you should be helping me protect the point!"
The scout got up and mumbled when eating "And what are you going to do about it you stupid Australian."
"Why you bloody New Yorker!"
"Screw you, I'm from Bosto-", the scout said when being cut of by the sound of a revolver firing. "What the hell was that?"
"It sounded like it came from..."
"The point!" They both yelled as they started running into the mines that led to the point.
To be continued...