That guy was a lot better than his spotter, dodging and running, even though he was encumbered with the heavy sniper rifle. Jason just couldn’t get a clean shot at him. He sent a few more rounds down range but they just richojetted harmlessly off the support pillar. He had wasted too much time on this fight already, but if the sniper got out of range of his jammer, then their command would have a clear picture of what was going on. He got up from behind his crate and advanced, keeping the bullets coming to force the sniper deeper into cover while Jason was in the open. If this fight couldn’t be resolved with shooting, then maybe he had to get<em>up close and personal</em>.<br/><br/>Jason was no street sam, but he had shock gloves and military-grade muscle toner, which gave him a definitive edge over any norm. Still, attacking a sniper in melee was always a risk: Some were just excellent<em>marksmen</em>, more comfortable at the range than on a battlefield. Others styled themselves<em>rangers</em>or somesuch; masters of infiltration, stealth and close quarter fighting. Jason was confident that he could beat one of the former – but he wouldn’t last long against the later.<br/><br/>He was close to the pillar now. Time to do or die.<br/>