I had my eyes glued to the scope, assisting Verple in raiding the Malevolent Marauders' post. It wasn't some fortress, just a small spot with about 10 of them hunkering down.
I was on the 10th floor in some ruined building that miraculously still holding on, trying to pick off a member attempting to make a run for it, I squeezed the trigger of my sniper rifle.
I didn't use any mask or cloak anymore since I just watched and helped Verple from afar. She was the one who used the Anubis mask.
The snowy weather messed with the shot, no clean headshot this time. The snowstorm seemed relentless, much like Matthias, who always found his way to me with an infuriated expression, ready to throw a punch whenever our paths crossed.
True to form, he barged in, landing a punch while exclaiming, "What the hell are you doing?"
I furrowed my brows and shot back, "Killing players. What the hell are you doing here?"
