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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!

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