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The smoke trail chp 1 (let me know if u want more)

the sniper did not move, he did not blink
he saw…nothing escaped his eyes
his orders were not to announce his prescence, he was merely an observer, he was not to fire under any circumstances short of self preservation
so, he watched…before him the, clearer than any HD televison set, was a panorama of the worlds most interactive videogame ever made
he watched, and waited, did not move,
suddenly a convoy of militia styled trucks drove into the town through a cloud of dust, this was what he had been waiting for
the soldiers piled out of the vehicles, yelling and making noise, and began unloading crates and boxes…yes, this was what he was waiting for, he called it in, giving descriptions of the crates, and what looked like biohazard symbols on the sides, yes, that was it, after three days of laying in the hot sun, not moving even for bathroom breaks, he couls finally go home. He glanced back at the town, he heard the screams of a woman, and a child crying, he swung up his rifle and scoped the town…

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