I pulled my arm back aggressively; it was obvious that this sniper didn't understand my way of life.
No longer wishing to look him in the eyes, I stare at the ground and mumble;
"What's there to talk about? I need this job more than you'll ever know. So unless I wish to ruin my reputation, no, I don't think I'll be following you anytime soon."
I walk over to the cliff where the sniper had been perched, checking to make sure that there weren't any surviving Vyborgs that could report me. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in the front of my left thigh.
Glancing down at the wound, I noticed a small tear in my infiltration suit, which blood seemed to be drizzling out of. Upon realizing what had happened, I gasped in alarm of my injury.
I had been shot in the leg with a high calibur round from on of the now deceased Vyborgs; the adrenaline I had injected prior to the mission had kept me from noticing it until now.
"....Oh.....fu....."
Suddenly, I felt my grip on reality slip away, and passed out.
No longer wishing to look him in the eyes, I stare at the ground and mumble;
"What's there to talk about? I need this job more than you'll ever know. So unless I wish to ruin my reputation, no, I don't think I'll be following you anytime soon."
I walk over to the cliff where the sniper had been perched, checking to make sure that there weren't any surviving Vyborgs that could report me. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in the front of my left thigh.
Glancing down at the wound, I noticed a small tear in my infiltration suit, which blood seemed to be drizzling out of. Upon realizing what had happened, I gasped in alarm of my injury.
I had been shot in the leg with a high calibur round from on of the now deceased Vyborgs; the adrenaline I had injected prior to the mission had kept me from noticing it until now.
"....Oh.....fu....."
Suddenly, I felt my grip on reality slip away, and passed out.
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