Elias adjusted his windage. The wind was a fickle thing in the ruins, swirling between the hollowed-out buildings like a trapped spirit. Click. The safety was off.
Elias waited. He needed the moment Vane stepped onto the transit platform—the three-second window where the kinetic shields recalibrated for the mag-lev's frequency. The Dawn: Sniper’s Way...
The silence of the Pre-Dawn was absolute, a heavy blanket of mist and ash that clung to the ruins of Sector 7. Elias "Ghost" Thorne didn’t breathe; he filtered. The respirator against his face hissed rhythmically, a mechanical heartbeat in a world that had stopped beating decades ago. Elias adjusted his windage
The Dawn wasn't just a time of day anymore. It was a deadline. The Objective The Dawn: Sniper’s Way...