<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/63/2551723-Equilibrium_Still0321-Cleric_John_PrestonChristian-Bale.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>John<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Combat zone<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Team 2<br/><br/><hr/><br/>John was about to move again when green streaks flashed down the street past him, in the direction of the LZ. "Contact." he subvocalised. "Incoming fire on LZ." He slid his mirror around the edge of the doorway, spotting movement about 35 or 40 meters further down the street. "Two hostiles, advancing. No shot." He moved into building itself, crouching low to prevent a smaller target as he moved into a better firing position.<br/><br/>The net curtain on the window billowed slowly in what little breeze there was coming through the broken window, and John slowly extended the silencer on the end of his rifle though the frame, lining up on the targets down the street. His focus narrowed to the view through the scope.<em>Move, you little green bastard.</em>he thought, seeing movement on the far side of a car.<em>Your green shit might be great, but it doesn't do shit for hiding where you are.</em>he added.<em>Me, on the other hand. You can't see me. You can't hear me. And that's gonna get you dead.</em><br/><br/>A small grey head popped out around the rear of the car, scanning the street ahead. John waited til it it's gaze had moved further on, to judge by how it's head had turned anyway, before taking the shot. The gun whickered it's silenced semi automatic burst, three rounds heading towards the target, the recoil kicking against his shoulder.