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UNSC Long Range Rifle Group - Distinctive Marks
Posted By: Blindside<haloblindside@hotmail.com>
Date: 15 September 2002, 8:19 pm
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~ Liberty Island, New York Harbor ~
The covenant grunts exited their vehicles, and boarded the island by the hundreds. The snipers' radios came to life in their helmets.
"You may shoot the peons, but don't waste ammo. Weapons are free." Kline's voice became stronger as he gave the order to fire at will.
Nicholson glanced over at Stewart, who smirked at him. "Go time."
Randall looked through his scope at 10x, scanned the area, and not seeing a leader, zoomed in on a grunt. Click. The grunt dropped without a sound other than the muffled rifle shot. A few covenant around the dead one looked and turned frantically, arms in the air. About sixty seconds passed, and they became calm again, figuring it was an accident.
Scott Nicholson nearly laughed aloud. They were like dogs, so naÔve and gullible. He picked a target on the opposite side of the island, and pulled the trigger evenly, as he was taught. The covenant's head exploded upon impact, and the decapitated body slumped over an unsuspecting grunt's shoulder. The same franticness happened here. He shook his head, as he moved his scope to look at the Assad-Hakim team.
~ Atop UNSC District 3 Building, New York City ~
Hakim swept his rifle's barrel, looking for a leader. Seeing none, Hakim aimed the scope at a grunt boarding the island. The muffled sound echoed in Hakim's helmet, and quickly he moved to another target. The sound seemed to be a part of the first shot's echo, since they were so closely fired. Two shots, two grunts eating island. He took out a white-out pen from his rifle case and made two tallies on the stock of his new rifle, smiling at his first kills of the day.
Assad smiled. Looking through the scope, he saw the distinctive gold mark on the shoulder blade of a hunter. The trigger came back, and returned to its original position in a rhythmic fashion. The leader dropped. The covenant grunts surrounding it scattered, not knowing what to do without the figurehead leader.
"Command, this is Assad. One gold down. One question, though, how many are there?"
Kline's voice was broadcast to all snipers. "Intelligence Operations reveals that there is approximately one "golden" leader per 200 covenant soldiers and two "silver" leaders on the ground, no matter the number. From the count of Colonel Henry and I, we estimate that there approximately 800 soldiers on the island. This gives you 4 gold-marked covenant and 2 silver uglies."
"Thanks," came a voice sarcastically. Had to be Goudois, considering the accent.
~ New York Harbor Pier 27 ~
Goudois raised up on the mat. He had spotted a field leader with its distinctive silver mark. The mark appeared to be a version of the peace symbol, except its "stems" extended past the ring. Doesn't matter what it looks like. The bitch is mine, thought the Frenchman. Just as fast as the thought crossed his mind, the leader dropped. It's so funny to watch grunts run around like chickens with their heads cut off. They are so stupid. Makes 'em easier to kill. Pierre smiled to himself as he called the kill in.
"This is Command. We have one silver and one goldie down. That leaves 4, guys. Good work so far, don't blow it."
~ Atop UNSC District 3 Building, New York City ~
"Dammit! Nicholson, Randall? You guys got company coming up the statue. About 5 of the uglies are trying to claw their way up."
The response came back, "Well do something about it. We can't see."
Hakim immediately plugged 2, without thinking. Two more marks to make. Hakim shifted aim to a group of 3 on the opposite side of the statue. Click. He shifted aim. Click. Another shift. Click. The five covenant fell to the ground, two of them killing another as they landed. Seven marks total. It was a pretty good day so far for Hakim.
Assad congratulated him with a nod.
~ Liberty Island, New York Harbor ~
Four left, four left. The thought kept crossing Nicholson's mind. He circled the island within his scope, looking for the distinctive mark of the leaders. There! He zoomed in to 10x magnification, and pulled the trigger. He missed! Shit. The gold leader had moved at the very point in time that the shot was fired. Nicholson fired again. Didn't miss that time. He called in the kill.
"This is Command. We have one silverback and two gold leaders down. 3 left."
Stewart zoomed in on a point on the island. Dammit. Ah! There's a silverback. The covenant field leader was running. To where, Stewart had no idea, but he was running. Stewart carefully shifted aim with the leader, and raised his arms up so only bone touched the sniper's mat. Click. The leader's momentum carried him past the guard rails and into the harbor, where the big beast made quite a splash.
"Stewart to Command. Both silverback are down. Two goldies left."
"Copy, Stewart."
~ New York Harbor Pier 27 ~
Hambrick couldn't see shit. He scanned the shore, at first seeing nothing. Then he made a breakthrough, struck a "gold mine". Two of the golden leaders were conversing, pointing this way and that, attempting to coordinate an assault, it seemed. Too bad. He pulled the trigger at the first one. It dropped. The other leader just stared down at its fallen comrade. It screamed out in anger, and a 14mm round hit it square in the neck, straight from Hambrick's rifle.
"Bingo. This is Hambrick. Two goldies down. Let's go home."
Congratulations crackled over the radio to Hambrick.
"People, this is Kline. Pack it up and move it out. Meet at the rendezvous point."
Hambrick was proud of himself. He checked his visor display, the time showing midnight on the button. Time to go back to base for debriefing.
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