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"I, uh... Learned it from my foster dad," Brett explained. Whew, that was a close one, Brett thought.

Just as they were midway through their next round, the alarm sounded. "Grab your s**t, let's go!" Brett told Lintz. "Follow me instead of the usual route." He was out the door, and drew one of his pistols from its holster, while he stopped by his quarters to pick up his M82A1 SASR and then they were off again.

Brett turned down a very strange looking corridor. It was virtually unnoticable, with the building's design and its unique shape. It led directly to the control room, where Brett and Lintz emerged, a little breathless. There were a bunch of techs scrambling around for the remote controlled defenses. "What's the situation?" Brett demanded. A tall, muscular man (wearing no rank insignia in a combat situation) replied gruffly.

"There is a massive attack being launched by Al- Zawhari's millitia. They have many vehicles and men. There are some weapons that could potentially destroy a fortification such as ours."

Brett looked at a monitor that led to the exterior cameras. The base was surrounded on all sides by a huge force. Brett grabbed an intercom speaker and began issuing general orders. The orders commanded the men to take a strategic formation around the entrance to the base, which was to be left open. It also ordered everyone else to their posts, and the snipers to report to the control room.

Brett adjusted the strap on his beast of a sniper rifle and took off down another side corridor silently. He motioned for Lintz and his new accomplice to go and do whatever was helpful. He walked amoungst the snipers and picked a spotter and a radio operator. He left his orders with a person whom he knew to be a Captain, and walked with his little team up a path that led to a hill with a beautiful view of the entire area. It also provided excellent cover from view. All three of the sniper team got into the prone position and took up cover. Brett set to finding all of the key vehicles and had the order issued over the radio (as he was commander) to hold fire until the enemies made an aggressive move.

((Sorry, my computer's been messed for a while, I fixed it though)) Brett, after having found the range of the most important targets, issued the order to all sniper teams to fire at will, considering the enemies hadn't made their move. He took two shots at the gunner and two at the driver in an enemy tank. Only one shot was necessary for the man on the top gun, because Brett had a clear view of him. The tank did not move, and the dead machine gunner on top lay bleeding down the side of the hull.

Brett adjusted and aimed at the top gunner on an old T55 tank. The SASR recoiled and the gunner's neck was decimated. It caused his corpse to flip over and behind the tank. Brett then repeated the process of eliminating the gunner and driver.

((TFC?)) Brett began to scope in the next target of opportunity. Just as he was about to skweeze ((Yes, skweeze)) the trigger, a bullet just barely grazed his hand, causing a strange slash mark, but was not deep enough to do anything more than discomfort.

"On it." Brett's gun recoiled a few more times and two tanks stopped moving. He yelled into the radio, "Demolitons, move up!!" There was a rain of suppressive fire and the demoliton squad advanced to the next relatively secure fortification. Brett reloaded and squeezed off a few more rounds, then moved to a different location. For anyone to stay still on the battlefield after he was spotted either had a death wish, or was already dead.

His spotter slid down to next to him. Brett and he picked another target, this one, a man who had just launched a rocket from his car.

The spotter piped up, "Ready? Fire, fire, fire." Crack. "Hit"