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Moscow, 4200 Hours (Russia has weird time)

A cool breeze sweeps over the Moscowian rooftops, forcing the people of this Industrial shithole country to close their windows. Nobody lingered on the rooftops, none except for Ragnarok, the icy doom that awaited all of us. And I could deal with that. I’ve dealt with doom before. It’s the warm soft bodies of humans that I don’t want to run into tonight. ‘Soft’ is the keyword to describe humans, the easiest of prey.

Well… I guess my sniper rifle doesn’t really care how hard they’re flesh is. It goes right through anything the same as if it was butter that had been microwaved for like 15 seconds. CLICK CLACK. The action of the bolt being cocked is completely silent to anyone else due to some ‘adjustments’ that Troy made, but I could hear it all the same. I was born to use this, born to do what I had been sent here to do tonight.,

The target was in a building 400 meters or klicks or whatever the fuck form of measurement the Ruskies use. Intel said he was on the 6th floor, one of the only floors that still had light creeping from the windows. The blinds covered all of the windows on that floor except for one, but so far I haven’t seen one of those pinko fucks walk by. Or the target.

The 7th floor was another story. The event occuring on the 7th floor is what can only be described as a fuckfest of epic proportions. I haven’t seen so many titties since that time I dreamed that I was being attacked by a titty monster, which had a lot of titties. Like, hundreds of titties, I swear to god, you would think this would be an erotic dream, but quite the opposite. Some of the scariest shit I’ve ever seen.

What was that?!

Something moved past one of the windows on the 6th floor, close enough to see a shape through the blinds.

Was that…

THERE!

After the .004 seconds it took me to identify the silhouette as my targets slender feline form, the .50 caliber BMG round from my rifle reached out and changed the scenery a bit.

The window and blinds blew inwards along with the targets skull. It looked as if the round then blew a hole in the couch and may have even went through the wall behind. The room was covered in cat blood.

At least it’s not human blood, you son of a bitch.

I had been hunting this particular kitty since Damascus. Back then, I still didn’t know if this was right. Those feelings of doubt ended quickly, when the rest of my team slowly perished. And then the bastards blew up my ‘safe house’. This is a dirty war of terror and subterfuge, and the only reason I survive is because I kill those fucking cats before they kill me.

Poor Tiff, I sent her in there and she…

No, no time for that. I need to move on to to last part of the mission. This is the part that I hate, calling this in. This is the part that makes me feel like the biggest piece of cat shit.

“Yes?” said the voice that answered on the other side, the same fucking stupid voice that answered all the time. After hearing the voice on those stupid ads, I never wanted to hear it again..

But I’m not stupid enough to say that to my boss.  “It’s done…. Mr. President”