As Becca lifted the megaphone once more, a familiar<i><b>CRA~BAM</b></i>rang out, and a bullet pulverised the small, noise inducing device. Only a sniper of equal skill may have been able to track to the source, a lot closer then anyone would have expected. Sixty yards, and closing, if the machine read right... Yet nowhere was he to be seen. He needed to be careful, but he needed help. He needed Becca.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>