Through the scope, Flossie Wright surveyed this blood-soaked world without so much as furrowing her brow once; everything was simpler than imagined.
Aim, pull the trigger.
Everything opposite her was a target.
If a head popped up, she'd shoot it; if it hid behind heavy weapons, she'd specifically target tires and artillery, while the blasts, the waves of smoke, and the scattering dirt fragments affected the Sniper's vision but couldn't deter the resolve to keep enemy forces out.
"Flossie, watch out!"
After blinding the second tank, Sandy Cruz's alert rang in Flossie's earpiece.
They had almost all seen the approaching howitzer, but no one knew exactly when the successive rockets launched or even if the rockets were aimed at Flossie by mistake or with pinpoint precision.
The rockets didn't strike the most obvious target but strayed, and only those familiar with Flossie's exact position realized the rockets could have the most direct impact on her!
"Mm."
