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Part Thirty-One

Up on the rocky mountains, two men dressed casually were standing around. On the back of one was an overly large black bag.

“You sure you can do it?”

One man asked, only his green colored eyes could be seen. He had an entire scarf covering his face.

“Please, I'm the best damn sniper there is.”

The man with the overly large black bag bragged about his skills as he sat the bag down and started unloading what was inside.

There were six different pieces nicely spread out in the bag.

He started picking up pieces and assembling them together.

“I’m not asking about your skill; I'm talking about the target. Are you sure you can kill a kid?”

He just finished putting together the massive rifle. He locked together the two feet of the rifle and let it lay on the ground.

“It’s just another target. Age doesn’t matter when there is money to be made.”

As he finished his sentence, he reached into his pocket and grabbed a cigarette. Although the time was further ahead than the twenty-first century, these things were still around and popular.

“This is not just any target; it is the child of the one who could jeopardize our mission. She escaped our clutches last time, but this time we will finish her off. Did she think we wouldn’t find her?”

The man with the scarf said.

With his cigarette lit, he took a long drag on it before he puffed out smoke.

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“I don’t care about the details, just make sure our tracks are covered after. Now is not the time to start a war, especially with one of the academies.”

“Don’t worry, from this distance no one can see us and just to be sure I've placed an illusion around us. No one will spot this coming.”

He reassured the sniper.

“Better get to work, the buses are headed this way.”

The sniper took one last drag on his cigarette then he flicked it away. Laying down on the ground next to the sniper rifle he got in a comfortable position and looked through the scope.

This sniper rifle was custom made just for him. It enhanced his ‘Hawkeye’ ability by twenty percent. Everyone through this scope was as big as a balloon; he was not going to miss.

He glanced through the first bus; she was not there. The second, third, fourth… tenth, he looked through them all. All he needed was a face that matched the picture he was given, as long as he saw that he would shoot.

Finally, he saw the target he was looking for on the fifteenth bus. She was in her seat reading a book, and her eyes were completely focused on it. He looked at her picture, but now that he was seeing her through this scope he had to admit it would be a shame to kill her.

This rifle was made to take down a demon beast, taking out a teenager would be no problem.

He steadied his aim and steadied his breathing.

“If you don’t hurry up and shoot.”

The sniper did not respond with words; he did so with his actions. Small little blue lights went into the vent of the sniper rifle. The gray meter on the side was being filled up with the EXO essence in the air.

He heard a ding sound, and he pulled the trigger. His body jumped a little due to the recoil, and a small blue light blasted out from the sniper rifle.

He let out a cool breath as he got up from his position. He started taking apart the sniper rifle, putting the pieces back into the bag.

“Is it done?”

The sniper laughed at his question.

“No one is surviving that, the output was a bit higher than required, but since she is a medium threat level target… I believe the output should not matter. With this, our problems are done.”

He himself did not need to see the end results as he knew his skills. Those were children who were just learning about their abilities. He was a veteran, no one on that bus would be able to stop his bullet.

“Let u-”

The man with the scarf covering his face felt something. It was like something scanned his body, but that could not be the case. No one was capable of breaking through his illusion, and with the speed of the bus, no one would be able to see them up on this mountain.

“Get it together man; we’ve finished the job.”

The sniper threw the black bag over his shoulder.