You waited patiently, watching him in the corner of your eye. The clone directed you to the bottom of the hill where he radioed his colleagues. You glared at him with a hatred only someone being deprived of their money would know. You faced the clone, now wondering even more how that decoy had tricked you. You let the rifle fall from your grip and got to your feet, hands in the air. “Why don’t you put down the blaster and come with me.” He ordered. It was a decoy, a fake drawing that was mistakable at a distance. You peered through the scope again and saw nothing out of the ordinary. “I take another look at your target.” A sly voice advised as you felt a gun pressed against your head.

You had your finger on the trigger and began to squeeze.

You made absolutely sure that the sun wouldn’t reflect off of you again, because this time your shot wasn’t going to be a warning. It wasn’t hard to guess where the clone sniper would set up. You knew where your employer, the Separatist Commander, would be. You’d picked a spot a long time ago, anticipating what the clones would do. The toothpick of a clone was in your sights once again. It would have worked too, if you didn’t practically live in trees and on mountains and rooftops. In the end Hunter came up with a standard plan, counting on Crosshair to be expecting another sniper this time. He spoke into his comm to inform Hunter of the situation and made his way down the hill.Ĭrosshair sat with his brothers at a campground, all of them trying to come up with a plan to get the commander. He tried to get a look at the other sniper, but was only met with another shot, inches from his foot. A warning shot.Ĭrosshair got up slowly, keeping his rifle’s barrel pointed down. Before he could see what it was a blaster bolt hit just a few inches from his arm. As he brought his finger to the trigger a gleam of light caught his eye. He had his sights on the target, a Seppie commander. Crosshair sat atop a hill as his brothers caused enough chaos below for no one to notice him. The Bad Batch was on yet another mission, one that called for a particularly precise set of skills.

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