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He was lurking in the shadows, waiting, observing, being constantly on the prowl.
His prey oblivious to the fact they were being stalked and by an elite marksman no less. The sniper ready to pounce at a moments notice as soon as his target was close enough.
It had taken some effort, a lot of time for sure for all the preparation. Alas, the marksman knew this was his one chance, his final shot, puns intended, for the Revenge.
And so, sitting pretty in his hidey-hole only waiting for the perfect moment to arrive. Sensing in his tired old bones it would be soon. The moment he had been waiting for for so long.
And then, here it was, the moment he had been waiting for. Presented on a silver platter!
The chatter and chuckles were getting closer, the prey moving towards his spot. It wouldn’t be long now. His fingers be on the trigger itching. Pressed half way while his eye was glued onto the scope of the riffle.
The footfalls he could hear, stopping just close by, the chatter stopping too.
Oh-oh! Had they spotted him?
He needed to act fast just in case his position had been revealed. It was now or never!
Jumping out from the hideout with the agility to a large feline, landing right on front of his targets.
“No!”
The most blood curdling scream piercing the air.
“Gotcha!”
The trigger pulled, the projectile flying across the air…
… the splashing sounds heard only as it hit its targets…
“Crosshair!!!”
The soaking wet Omega and Wrecker weren’t certainly laughing anymore.
Crosshair placed the toothpick in his mouth, the water riffle casually thrown over his shoulder as he stood there with a coy smirk on his face.
“Paybacks are a bitch aren’t they.”
Crosshair then calmly walked away, without a single glance back.
Having finally had his revenge, served soaking cold.