Dublin is encased in a shadowy night as dawn approaches. Guns broke the soothing silence of night, rifles and machine guns blared through the court streets of Dublin.
A young republican sniper sat on a rooftop. He had been eating hungrily. His rifle slung over his shoulder. The man lit a cig, quickly attempting to put out the match flame. Though the man wasn't quick enough, a bullet whizzed by the young sniper. His enemy had been under cover, as the sniper rolled into position clutching his gun
A large grey armored car wizzes down a bridge, stopping mid the long bridge. A woman walks to the window of the armored palace, pointing to the roof of the young sniper. A man's head pops out, manning the turret, the young sniper shoots him, He falls forward onto the turret.
A bullet suddenly hits our young sniper, this came from another rooftop. The young sniper crawled to safety, he felt nothing but deadness in his arm. The sniper cleans his wound, bending the arm, disinfecting it, then dressing it.
The young sniper holds his gun up, a hat upon its muzzle. The sniper sits, staying in safety under the ledge, the opposing sniper shoots the gun. Uor sniper allows the hat and gun to fall off the building, making the opposing sniper think he won. Suddenly, our sniper pulls a revolver, shooting the man on the opposing balcony. Our sniper feels remorse, taking the life of a man.
The sniper reels from the building, searching for his commander when he is bit by sudden curiosity. The young sniper walks to the building the opposing sniper had fallen from, reaching the lifeless body, our sniper turns him over. The sniper's brother lay dead on the snipes grasp.