In order to hear less of the back and forth banter between what he assumed were probably the less intelligent of the group, Badger made sure to hang back just far enough not be able able to distinguish specific words but close enough to still hear if they were talking. Unfortunately for him, that mean having to drop down to street level in order to move consistently enough while keeping them within his line of sight. Moving from car to car slowly he saw the group halt and start looking at what appeared to be an Last Man Battalion soldier, but he was standing too still.
Shit. He had been too focused on tracking his quarry and wasn't paying close enough attention to where he was. They had wandered into familiar territory for him, and that was bad. He had roamed these streets with allies long ago, but they were not so much allies anymore. This was the territory that his former ally Dryce worked in, and that they had hunted together for a long time. Badger sighed slightly, remembering some of the traps and distractions they had set up together in order to pincer their victims, and ensure victory through flanking tactics and other unsavory methods. IT wasn't flashy or honorable always, but at this point where worked was good enough for him. He knew that soldier, hell he had help set it up. The LMB soldier was a ruse to draw fire and be used as a distraction, or a trap so he would be able to take out anyone who was halted by it, even if only for a moment. Here he saw it worked, as their attention was seemingly fully focused on it. This could be his chance, but only if he moved fast. A rusted, partially frozen over street vendor cart was near by and Badger decided that it was his only chance. He climbed up top and took aim on the precarious position, ignoring the creaking and groaning of the metal. The familiar weight of the rifle rested on his elbow as he drew in his breath and took aim at his victim, aiming directly between the shoulder blades. He slowly began to exhale, gently squeezing the trigger - feeling the resistance of the trigger grow. Badger felt his footing start to give way and reflexively his hands tightened to brace for impact. His finger tightened around the trigger as he began to fall sending his shot off wildly as he crashed down onto the metal. He felt a burning sensation in his left shoulder, followed by wetness. He glanced down and saw that his upper left arm was lacerated by the rusted shards of metal. So much for hunting these guys. Gingerly slinging the rifle over his right shoulder Badger started taking off down the street, looking for the nearest shelter so he could properly asses the damage he took, and if he was lucky maybe prevent himself from losing the arm to an infection.
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Phoenix
2/19/2018 07:33:14 pm
That was AWESOME !!! Moose got so lucky you slipped !! LOL. Will there be another opportunity? We will have to see !!
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Torex
2/20/2018 09:49:59 am
So YOU shot moose? AND they just so happened to run into your former allies??? what a plot twist!
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