Drake founded the convoy and looked around before he found a good spot to take the target out. He used his Lightning Rush to skip up to the top of a building a few feet from the convoy. He chose a building that the convoy would be in front of so he’d have a clear shot. Once he reached the top, he took a few seconds to catch his breath. Using the Lighting Rush took a lot out of him when he used it for long periods of time. 

“Getting to old for this shit,” Drake joked before he took his sniper rifle from his back and aimed towards the convoy. He pressed the side of the scoop and it began to scan the cars. After a few seconds he targeted the car with Stalin inside. He took several breaths before he hovered his finger in front of the trigger. 

In that second, everything went quiet. The only sound was his coat flapping in the wind. It was a sensation he had felt many times before. It was the sensation he felt every time before he would pull the trigger. Every time he’d ready for the killing shot. The world seemed to fall deafly quiet. Almost like death hovered over him as he readied his shot, waiting for him to pull the trigger so it could follow the bullet to its next victim. 

The world would explode with the sound of his sniper rifle going off as he pulled the trigger and the bullet left the chamber. As it soared through the air, the tip of the bullet spun counterclockwise while the bullet it’s self spun clockwise. It was a standard bullet in his world that was easy to manufacture and even easier to get your hands on. Since many of the creatures in his world had tough hides, they crafted a bullet that could pierce the toughest skin. he knew the bullet wouldn’t be left in the targets body to be examined since it would dissolve in the blood stream once it pierced into the targets body.

Drake watched through his scope as he hoped the bullet would find purchase. He pulled the lever on his sniper rifle and a shell flung out of his rifle as he readied a second shot should he need to try again. He might be a trained bounty hunter, but he knew he couldn’t count on the first shot to end a mission. Many times he had to take a few more shots to kill the target. He would wait until he knew the target was dead.