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[CAPTAIN'S AUTHORITY] Not just any anti-anomaly round. .50 BMG. Anti-material rifle. Meant to rip through lightly armored vehicles and bullet-resistant targets.
Shit. That would've ripped an arm or leg clean off of Kiara if Max didn't do something.
The dockhand promptly takes this chance to scatter like flies while the sniper reloads. You doubt it's a quick reload process.
Clover has now shifted his revolver's aim in the direction the shot was fired from. The concrete in the air only adds onto the lack of visibility but something's telling you Clover's going to land the shot anyways.
[GUNSLINGER'S GRIT] "DO YOU FEEL LUCKY, PUNK?" The hammer of his revolver pulls back...
>123! SPECIAL THRESHOLD PASSED!
And for a brief second, the whole world is awash in a monotone haze. Wait. You recognize this: It's time grinding to a halt! But you swore you didn't use your WATERLOGGED POCKETWATCH. That's the only way you've seen time stop like this before.
Everything has grinded to a screeching halt. You can't move any of your limbs and you note that your allies (all of which are cognizant of the timestop sans Molly and Casey) are all staring at Clover.
Blood is dribbling down his tear ducts, mouth, and nose. Whatever's going on, this is tearing up Clover from the inside out. It's as if every motion is ripping a thousand tiny cuts into his very being.
<span class="mu-s">0.5 SECONDS HAVE PASSED!</span>
"F-fight through the pain, Clover! Y-You got it!" The cowboy is muttering to himself. He forces himself to jump a few inches to the side before raising his revolver into the air again.
<span class="mu-s">1 SECOND HAS PASSED.</span>
He pulls the trigger again to send another bullet at the sniper, presumably in case the first shot failed.
<span class="mu-s">1.5 SECONDS HAS PASSED! TIME RESUMES!</span>
You feel yourself automatically SIGHTJACKING into someone...
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You are the <span class="mu-s">Sniper</span>. Well, your friends call you Jane, but who cares. You have been tasked with killing a handful of specific targets. A handful of Foxtrots and one Nicole Smith, an enemy of your employer: Mr. Jasper Liu. You have just missed your shot on Nicole Smith.
Shit. You scramble to reload your ANTI-MATERIAL RIFLE. You were given this and a few pieces of anti-anomalous and implant disabling ammo in order to deal with her and the Foxtrots. It should've killed her! You had her right on target but she suddenly slipped out of the blue!
No matter. Your whole body is covered in an advanced full body armor suit made out of reinforced ceramic and S-Corp shock absorbent padding. the only possible weakness of the uniform is that the suit's eye slots. The glass covering up your eyes is resistant to shrapnel but that's all they're good at blocking.
But at this distance and these conditions? They couldn't hit you. They just can't.
You look down the scope of your rifle again right as you reload. The fog shifts enough for you to see someone aiming at you. Some weird tall cowboy in a poncho? A R-Corp ranger or something?
