Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-4794494-20141014230422/@comment-4794494-20141102005506

Spartan Bray was walking down the market level. Their was a fairly large crowd commencing business at that moment, and she weaved her way through the busy road. She found the environment quite pleasant, considering she was usually surrounded by either battle or the humming on a ship and its metallic groaning; the sounds here were lively, uncensored, and full of life. She approached a district with taller buildings, and something immediately caught her attention.

Her augmented eyes spotted something shiny on the third floor of a building complex. As she strained her eyes to see, the sheen had been from light reflecting off the headpiece of a sniper. A sniper aiming directly at her. Bray's heartbeat sped up, and her eyes darted around, assessing the situation. Several military police Kig-yar were only a hundred meters away, and some form of cover was available to her. An expert marksman would have already shot her and slipped away, but a novice sniper would hesitate to fire at a single target in a large moving crowd, and considering that he also unwillingly gave her a glimpse at his scanner, she wasn't dealing with the most experienced sniper out there.

Bray calmly turned into a narrow alley and decided to steer around back. After walking past three buildings in the backalley, she peeked out. As she suspected, it was indeed a sniper of some sort, a barrel was barely peeking out from the balcony, and the marksman was looking around for his target.