The sniper was pretty dug in at his new fort, popping out of windows to take the occasional pot shot at the mob. "Is that all you got, huh!? A hundred men?! Bring it on!" He shouted, not afraid of being overwhelmed. Then, when he heard the sirens, things were going to get ugly for everyone. After all, he killed today. Would he get charged for the crimes he committed? He looked out on the streets and noticed the mob crying. This was something he didn't expect. 'Why are they crying?' He thought, then decided to not fire another round. The game is over, and now reality must take over.