"Three.... degrees.... to the right" shallow inhalation of breath. Becca's spotter was Duos. He's been there for her as a spotter for longer than she could remember. And he was a good one. He once told her that pulling the trigger no longer interested him. He liked "spotting", it gave him a sense of accomplishment.<br/><br/>"Ten.... meters.... down wind."  Duos was lying prone and peering through the range finder, a little red beam of light could be seen from the whiff of smoke that the rifle let out with each escaping bullet.<br/><br/>Gasping breath, "You....  are... getting better." Duos made for an excellent partner at this too. When Becca was running low on ammo, he had planned for it. Had already done the necessary scavenging to find the right kind of ammo for her rifle. Particularly useful now that they came to take out Mr. House once and for all.<br/><br/>It was obvious that the man had gone too far. In his bid to control the western half of North America, the man had unleashed a devastating plague and was only inviting his old enemies to their old stomping grounds to get chewed up like so much garbage. Becca would find a way to stop them... stop him!<br/><br/>"Fifteen.... degree... to your left."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>