Snippet #2457711

Scott Kay, a fugitive, for no better word could describe him, watched the activity in this small expanse of military might from a tiny knoll a short distance away. His rifle sat on the ground beside him, hidden. His dust encrusted cloak, with the hood pulled up and helmet over it, should easily conceal his presence except from the most trained eye, or if bad luck found him, a well placed scope. But hopefully that wouldn't happen. He needed transport, and where else to find it than here? Especially since it was almost dead set in the middle of nowhere. Oh, he saw the sign. But then, that was about all he saw.

<br> "There's the vehicle tents, I presume...", he says to no one in particular. At least their enemy was minimal out here. He figured he could take out the guards with his rifle before they even caught any sight of him. That would be best case scenario. However, as his instructor had taught him, if anything can go wrong, it usually will. Scott allowed himself a small grimace as he slung his rifle under the cloak, preparing to move forward.