A resounding crack broke the stillness of the morning air, and a thump was heard. Or would have been heard if anyone was close enough to hear it. However the shooter made sure to wait until his target was away from anyone else. Throwing his zip line over the edge, he made sure it was securely fastened to the nearby pipe. When he reached the bottom the fresh snowfall crunched under his boots, and he cursed silently. He moved to search the body, but found little of use. A couple of energy bars and one bottle of water. Not worth the bullet, but there was no way to tell beforehand what they would have had on them. Using the butt of his rifle he broke the rear passenger window of a nearby car and tossed the body inside. He climbed back up his rope, untied it, and stored it back inside his backpack. He proceeded back into a nearby window and his makeshift camp and took his rifle apart to start cleaning it.
Cleaning a weapon is always a rejuvenating experience, and the Division agent who went by the nickname Badger enjoyed making sure all the residue was removed to ensure that every shot landed exactly where he wanted it to. As he finished cleaning up his rifle, he heard the distant sound of yelling and explosions. Without much interest in the usual background noise of the city he put his rifle back together with a satisfying snap and put his cleaning kit away. He flipped the indicator switch to safe, put a mag into the rifle, and smacked the mag to make sure it was secure in its seat. In the distance Badger heard the collapse of a building and then silence. He quickly secured his gear strewn about the room, then proceeded to a window and listened for a moment - and was rewarded with the sound of footsteps and the sound of conversation. Suddenly a single shot rang out and the conversation was silenced. Perhaps today would be his lucky day, and he would be to loot another body without to spend any ammo. A third voice yelled out to the previous two, and with his curiosity peaked Badger slung his rifle over his shoulder, hopped out of the window onto a nearby rooftop, and proceeded to investigate. Without much noise he lost the trail, but luckily for him soon overwhelming gunfire rang out to lead him closer to his quarry. To his distain the usual fog started to settle in and limited his visual range, working against him as he remained on the roof. He paused again to listen for sound, and once again heard a fourth voice enter the conversation. This was turning into quite a gathering, and would probably be worth his time to trail this entourage. Laughter filled the air from a fifth source, and Badger started to roll his eyes. This may be more trouble than it would be worth but people died quickly now days, and he was sure his persistence in trailing these guys would pay off. Continuing to listen in he heard mention of a sixth member that hadn't made any sound yet. A full party, and a good challenge to try and pick them off one at a time.
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