[ Unknown location / September 22, 0078 10:44 ]

The sniper was waiting for the pursuers to enter the apartment. The sniper was patient, laying in wait for several hours it took the agents to reach this place. The sniper knew they were coming and prepared accordingly.

A heavy anti-materiel sniper rifle of the kind they didn't make on this world was lodged stably on a table in front of an open window. The day was warm, and an open window aroused no suspicion.

The agents made their way through the apartment and returned to the room facing the street. Of course, they would want to inspect the papers so carelessly left behind. Then one of them, the redhead, decided to make the sniper a present: walked right up to the window, putting herself in full view.

Among the three agents, she was obviously the leader. The sniper had seen them approaching the block. Now, with a practiced motion, the sniper leaned to the scope and caught the unaware redhead in her sights.

"Good night, arrogant Mid-Childan," her lips whispered as her finger pulled the trigger.