(Hah, really? I guess I'm just good at identifying things sometimes. )<br/><br/>Keith carefully snuck out of the vacant parking garage which had been set up as the Neko team spawn point, briefly flicking on his invisibility to dash across the street and into a ruined storefront, waiting until he was behind the counter before letting the invisibility drop and start to recharge. He poked his head out over the counter, sweeping the streets with his sniper rifle for any threats, dropping back in cover when he found none. He continued into the store, locating the stair well and blowing the door lock off, the high-caliber rifle still making quite the racket despite being silenced - one could only silence a rifle so much, especially one with such a ludicrously large round.<br/><br/>Keith shrugged his shoulders helplessly, knowing that it would be hard to pinpoint his location even for those with good hearing - and as far as he could recall, the only race in the match with good hearing was his own. He replaced the spent round as he made his way up the stairwell, chambering the new round with a soft click as he stepped out onto the roof. The neko kneeled near the roof's edge, resting the rifle on the wall ringing the edge and scanning the street as he listened to the cross-team radio chatter - first some human competitor, then Nick making an amusing comeback.<br/><br/>"It'd also explain why their armor doesn't do shit to stop my shots!" he chimed in on the radio, grinning toothily. Trash-talk was a integral part of the competition, after all. Especially for a sniper. Afterall who could miss a chance to remind everyone they'd just made some schmuck's head turn into a fine red mist?