Snippet #1496451

Vitalik rolled in his sleep a few times trying to ignore the alarm going off. The constant buzzing in his ears he was too used to it being his alarm to get up. It felt as though it was in his head not in his ear, each vibration rattled his brain. At that moment he shot up knowing it wasn't his alarm. Rolling off of his cot he landed face first and the palm of his hands. He bounced up falling back grabbing his field uniform bottoms dragging them up his legs standing and jumping pulling them up the rest of the way. He sped up the rest of his attire grabbing his Beretta sliding it into his holster grabbing his ADS as he dashed in the direction of the sound.

It occuared to Vitalik that he left his canteen and cammelback in his tent, he didn't have time to dubble back and grab them. As he ran he was looking around looking for something that he could use for his water. Hydration, seemed like a funny thong to him to be worried about. That however wasn't the case. Vitalik after being moved to this post was trained in the Godai art of water control. Though he couldn't move large amounts of water at a time he could control enough to give him that edge in a fire fight. His legs moved at a rate too fast for his body to keep up as he rushed to the sounds. he look hard in the distance for a moment and saw the Major General. In this distance it was hard to tell what was going on.

Vitalik looked amongst the others in the group of people. It wasn't all military, and that what bothered him. 'Victory at all cost'. He spat at the thought as he slowed down his pace looking to the people that were what seemed to be fleeing. Taking a knee and propping his left arm on top of his other leg he moved his rifle to shoot from his prone position. He watched down the barrel of his sights, knowing he couldn't accurately hit a target from this distance. A light breeeze was in the air but not so much as the throw off the shot till 200 yards. From where he was they seemed almost 400-500 out. He aimed at the middle of the fleeing group. 2 feet ahead down his sights and nearly 4 feet higher. He looked as though he was shooting for the stars. He held his breath before squeezing the trigger in three burst shots equating to about nine rounds. The attempt was fear not harm, but he wouldn't be surprised if he managed to hit something.