on the rooftop near the bridge, the republican sniper was waiting to hit his big shot. He was eating a sandwich and a cigarette in the other accompanied by a bottle of whiskey.
While finishing up his cigar, a bullet flee over his head... his cover was blown. A lady spotted him out and told her government right away.
The sniper viciously fired at the women and the man that accompanied her. They fired back and he was shot. He got wounded and poured at leftover whiskey he had on the wound.
The sniper treated his wound and fakes his death physically and mentally. He was thinking if he stopped firing then they might think hes dead.
By dropping the cap of his riffle the other sniper though he was dead. He smiled, and attempted to hit a 50 yard. After the shot, the man crumpled and fell forward. The body fell and hit the ground with a dull thud.
The sniper ran to the laneway on street level and felt curious on what the person he killed looked like. he wondered if he knew him. As the sniper was running from a machine gun that appeared form thin air he came across the body, he looked dead in his brothers eyes.