Post by Korova on Sept 14, 2019 5:13:35 GMT
The cold air whipped at Korova, the chilly air weaving through her armor. It was the early hours of the morning in Kaon, but despite the time the streets were bustling with life. The infamous Decepticon speaker, a mech whose name Korova didn't bother to remember, was due to hold a convention of sorts. He was forbidden from using a stage of any sort, or speaking at all for that matter, but he had decided to simply hold his speech out in public instead. The streets were filled with bystanders, both Decepticon and Autobots, the media was there as well. There were plenty of cameras on the scene, good. Deathsaurus did his job.
Korova was sitting on the edge of a tall building not far from the 'convention', the view was actually quite nice. The crowd seemed so small from where she sat. This position, perched in a high place, staring down at her oblivious target was a familiar one. Korova finally stood to her peds, grabbing the sniper rifle from her back. The empty space on her back where her rifle had been collecting dust these last few years felt strange, but the familiar weight of it in her servos took her back. Back to the war. It has been so long since she had done a job like this, and her servos twitched a bit with anticipation.
.:You guys in position?:. Korova asked over the comm-link. The speaker would come out any minute now. .:I'm getting ready to assume the position, have either of you got optics on the target?:.
The femme laid flat on her stomach as she steadied the gun in her hands, one optic closed as the other positioned itself at the scope. She trained the rifle at a small makeshift stage, no doubt something the speaker had just thrown together, and waited.
(Patience. Patience is of the essence.)
Now I wait.
Korova was sitting on the edge of a tall building not far from the 'convention', the view was actually quite nice. The crowd seemed so small from where she sat. This position, perched in a high place, staring down at her oblivious target was a familiar one. Korova finally stood to her peds, grabbing the sniper rifle from her back. The empty space on her back where her rifle had been collecting dust these last few years felt strange, but the familiar weight of it in her servos took her back. Back to the war. It has been so long since she had done a job like this, and her servos twitched a bit with anticipation.
.:You guys in position?:. Korova asked over the comm-link. The speaker would come out any minute now. .:I'm getting ready to assume the position, have either of you got optics on the target?:.
The femme laid flat on her stomach as she steadied the gun in her hands, one optic closed as the other positioned itself at the scope. She trained the rifle at a small makeshift stage, no doubt something the speaker had just thrown together, and waited.
(Patience. Patience is of the essence.)
Now I wait.