Jasper pulled the pin on the grenade, tossing it into the room. He had seconds to beat a hasty retreat. He was well out of the building when he heard the satisfying bang. Too bad about the guy. He was one tough bastard, Jasper thought as he melted into the streets with his guns, knives and gritty disposition. Once, he might have been interested in knowing a guy who could hold his own in a fight with him. Not many could who had been ambushed. Jasper cursed to himself, knowing he had had the drop of the guy.<br/><br/>“It’s all KimRae’s fault. If she would just die, then my mind could be freed up from thinking about her. Weak, selfish good for nothing..” Jasper was halted in his rant about her personal habits and profession when he saw the Brother of Steel coming. Not having any information to trade and not in any mood to be polite, Jasper ducked his head and entered the nearest building.<br/><br/>Keeping his head low and his senses alert, Jasper did what he always did. He made his way to the nearest place, whether stairwell or just stacks of rubble, where he could gain the advantage of height. From here, hopefully, he would make his way to a window or a gaping hole where he could observe the street. He and his prized sniper rifle. This baby was accurate, although not scoped. What did he need with a scope when he could see precisely for up to a mile? It was a heavy weapon with an extreme damage-per-bullet rate balanced by a low fire rate and small magazine. The small mag was sometimes a problem but the Brothers kept him supplied and he didn’t waste his ammo.<br/><br/>He settled in. It was a good day and he had lived to fight another. Soon, his mission to make KimRae pay would be over and then who gave a shit?