[Final Warrior]

OOC: How about Italics are for transmitter conversations?

Leon: Your call, but if any corpses are found, they're bound to go beserk. I know Italians.

"I knew Vlad was leading this op, even though he was new to the States. If he wanted to screw up, then fine."

Leon: Oh, and just so you know, there are over 10 guards on this boat. 10 on straboard side, upper deck. I don't know how many in the hold or on port side.

Vlad: Fine.

"I looked through my scope again. I saw a man walking back and forth near the gangplank. If he got away... I decided to not think about that. I drew a bead on his head and pulled the trigger. Less than a second later, he collapsed, blood spattered on the deck beside him. I looked away from the scope, turned it, and drew another bead on a guard. He was near what I took as the main cabin along with a buddy. This shot was going to be much more difficult. But then again, I had gone through the military. This wasn't as difficult for me. I lned up the shot and blew out the left one's brains. His buddy noticed him collapse and decided to check up on him. I wasn't expecting this. I adjusted my aim and fired. This bullet hit the neck, through a major vein. It wasn't what I was aiming for, but it'd have to do."

Leon: Where are you two?

Vlad: I don't know, but two guards just died nearby... headshot and a neck wound.

"They were nearby."

Leon: I see you. There are probably around 17 more guards on deck. It's just a guess. I try to kill as many as possible, but I can't get them all.

Vlad: Okay.

"I looked through my scope again and looked around. There was one, by the steps into the hold. He was crouched, with a cigarette in his mouth, rubbing his hands together and blowing on them for warmth. I lined up my sights with his head and fired. He never knew what hit him."

Leon: Four.

"I knew this was going to be a tough job, and that I could only kill about ten of them, unless the guards on portside decided to come over for a visit. This was going to be a long, long night."