Sweeping low across the dirty floor of the bus, the camera dodged through a field of discarded beer cans, potato crisp wrappers and dead cigars, before panning up between the thighs of the third passenger, a woman clad in a well maintained blue military uniform (or at least half of one). Both of her high heeled combat boots rested on the head of the seats in front of her, as she sat spread eagle with a 108000 HD Portable Projector resting across her pale thighs. Her face is obscured by the shimmering 52 inch wide heads up display of a net-fed hologram screen two inches in front of her eyes. The camera lense focuses through the rows of flickering blue holo-pixels to the lovingly sculpted face of a Granotian girl, her yellow eyes bouncing between the seven split image feeds stretched across the screen.<br/><br/>Full and plump lavender stained lips were twisted to the left side of her face, suckling at a pair of medical grade cigarettes. A third smoldered in her right hand. She took turns between puffing at it and sipping at a long curly straw that she had inserted into the neck of a value sized bottle of gas station wine. With a suckling sound as she reached the end of the bottle, and she withdrew the straw with a sigh. The cigarettes fell from her lips as she sat up, the vid feeds pausing as she adjusted herself.<br/><br/>Sensuously, she drew the wine soaked end of her rainbow curly straw across her tongue, leaving a red streak etched across her pale cheek. She smiled sheepishly for the camera, her white teeth stained a shade of merlot as she wiped the trickle of red off her face. She retrieved her weapon from the overhead rack, giving it an agile spin between her fingertips. At the final spin, it almost slipped out her fingers and she snatched at it with a paniced gasp seconds before it hit the ground.<br/><br/>After a moment clutched in her white knuckle grip, she breathed a sigh of relief. The weapon is a long range Jakobs sniper rifle that some gunsmith had modified, adding an additional two feet to the barrel, an ammo clip extension and a bandit rocket launcher by simply duct taping everything together. She holstered the weapon across her back and tugged her uniform shirt back down past the edge of her nipples. The scene froze on her for a moment, a vid screen flickering to life in the corner of the screen with pixelated white style letters spelling out,<span class="bbc_u"><strong>"Hitzel Schusswunde as: Lt. Hexx, the Sniper"</strong></span><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x237/zweites/sniper_zpsa780bc82.jpg)</div></div>