<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF0000"> Lana Meyer </span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #FF0000"> 'Ghost ' </span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/ef83644e-b81e-4c18-a36f-83c777a6137e_zps8d502a8f.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Lana liked that little grin of Sam. It made him look a little roguish and she found it suit him well.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Well, my story about the squirrels was true. I really come from that little village and we had a lot of hazelnut bushes and tons of squirrels. My father showed me how to shoot and I did it every day. We are all a little bit trigger happy gun fanatics, so as soon as I grew up a little my father took me with him hunting. When I entered high-school I had practically hunted everything that had four legs and was running around near us. I liked it to be outside on my own, sitting silent for a long time waiting for some deer or bear to come out. School for me was not the best place to be. Too many people and no open air. So, after I finished it somehow..." </span><br/><br/>She gave him a loopsided grin, remembering her not even mediocre marks and continued then.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"...I had to decide what to do. Working somewhere in a office looked like a nightmare, so when i saw a TV spot to join the army it sounded like fun. And in principle it was. When we had our first shooting lesson I nailed all ten shots down in the bullseye. The drill sergeant came up to me, with a curious expression and asked me where I have learned to shoot. I told him and the next day I was transferred to ATFW. They made a sniper out of me and with that I was back at what I could do best. Wait for a long time silently, aim and kill." </span><br/><br/>Lana got up and returned with her favourite weapon. The rifle was nearly 8 feet long with the attached silencer.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"This is a Mark-23-S. My favourite weapon. I always shoot it with attached silencer, so every shot sounds just like some surpressed cough of a man. I will shoot through the bullseye on a distance of up to 4000 ft repeatedly and on good days with little wind I manage to hit it even at 4300 ft. That's how I got my nick. I am too far away to be seen and I am silent...you are dead like some ghost hit you." </span></div>