Carl had set up a sniper rifle on the top floor of an abandoned high-rise, adjusted the scope, still with that same casual and unbridled demeanor. A constant stream of urgent voices came through his communicator, "Scavenger 13, the target is in the bridge tunnel, prepare to shoot."
Fifteen minutes earlier, he had received an urgent mission from Scavenger, claiming they had located the long-missing target through spiritual power positioning.
Chewing gum, Carl aligned his scope with the distant bridge tunnel, searched for a few seconds, and a young man appeared in his view, currently talking to another person with his back turned towards Carl.
"Copy. Target sighted."
As Carl replied and was about to pull the trigger, he suddenly saw the youth's figure tilt, revealing the other person's face. Carl's hand trembled, he abruptly looked up towards the direction of the bridge tunnel, then quickly returned his nervous gaze through the scope.
