"Wind ten knots, temp. eighty-two, humidity forty-three percent." Shawn nodded at his spotter.

"Jerky." He reached out his hand and some bits of the dried beef were handed to him. "Supplies?" He chawed on the salty protein as the younger man rummage through the rucksacks.

"Two gallons water, four protein bars, and you're eating the last of the jerky." Shawn swallowed the wad of meat and held out his hand for a canteen.

After three small sips he decided it was time for a break. "Take post I need to take a leak." Shawn hurried off and was back in less than a minute. "Activity?"

"Nope." The younger man started to twitch with irritation. "I don't know why we just go and take them out." Shawn was brushing his teeth with a dry toothbrush listening the rant. "I hate this, absolutely hate this."

Shawn chuckled. "Snipers wait, boy, they don't hunt otherwise the job would be called hunting not sniping."

"Pffft…..you know when they said I was teamed up with you I thought it would be all jokes and risk taking but we have been here for three days! You barely talk, there are no jokes when you do, and you barely move a muscle for hours on end." Shawn leaned back and placed his hat over his face. "And now you're going to take a nap."

"Wake me if our targets come into view." He couldn't stop the wide grin he got as the other man kept mumbling complaints. Silence quickly overtook the little area. "Spence we have activity."

Shawn stifled the groan at his nap getting disturbed; he lifted the hat off his face and hunkered down under the sniper cover with the other man. "How many?"

"Four." Shawn took the gun and peered into the sites.

"Confirm it."

The spotter used his own site and got a good look at the intended targets. "Confirmed."

"Now watch." Shawn pulled the trigger four times in rapid succession; red bloomed on each of the men's helmets before they all fell to the ground. The young man was up and running toward the downed men as Shawn packed his weapon and gathered the gear. He pulled his sidearm and went to be by the younger man's side. "Just what in the hell are you thinking Micheals?"

The young man looked up eyes full of eagerness. "You got all four of them before they could even get a shot off. That's…just…..wow!"

Shawn chuckled, raised his sidearm to aim, and shot the young man twice in the chest. Micheals eyes widened as he fell to the unforgiving ground dust being kicked up in a cloud. "Another rule to being a sniper kid, you keep quiet because the person you're working with has no qualms in killing." Shawn answered his phone as it rang. "Spence…..yeah…..all four plus one….couldn't keep quiet and never considered someone might be tagging along with the intendeds…..yeah….ok….ooooooh glazed with the grape jelly." Shawn hung up his phone and smiled.

"Captain's got doughnuts, who wants?" He held his hand out and help Micheals to his feet.

"You killed me!"

"You also heard why. Now go and help the other's up when you take paintballs to the head it stings like a mother." Shawn smiled as the young man helped the four people up and like an eager puppy was at his side. "That said I think you pass, young grasshopper." The eagerness he had before was nothing matched to now.

"Really!"

"Yeah really kid, now let's go get them doughnuts."

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"Who'd you do this for?"

"CIA. They even offered me a job, doing it full time."

Henry shifted and bit back the moan as the gash on his leg pulled. "Why didn't you take it, sounded like you had fun."

Shawn sighed. "It was fun but the job was shooting people and not with paintballs."

"Oh."

"Yeah I'm just not a killer."

Henry furrowed his brow. "But you taught killers."

"No." Shawn shook his head. "I was teaching my replacement and I was up on that hill to teach agents to spot a sniper better. I tried to help and save lives."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

Shawn sniffled and wiped a hand over his face. "Enough seriousness." Henry nodded in agreement. "You know I was a roadie once?"

"No, who for?"

"You're not gonna believe this…/"