Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)::â â NM156 has been activated sir.ââ âThis is a last ditch effort. If this one goes missing then we will avoid the entire sector as a whole and move on.â ââ Yes sirââ
On a tall outskirt building of the city where they all had been disappearing he stood. Number 156, the last of the soldiers that where elite from the day they were born. Icy blue eyes could only been seen, confirming he was not a machine. A military helmet in urban camouflage of grey, black, and an off shade of blue matched his uniform which had a strait black flak jacket over it. Over his face was a Kevlar mask that hid every feature of him, Hands where gloved the same way for protection. Within this all many weapons and such where hidden to deal with any sport of target. Without a noise he moved on after hooking a rope to the edge of the roof. Quite and perfect the professional jumped over the side of the roof to start the decent to the creatureâs window. His left hand held the rope above his head. In his right hand a pistol with a silencer could be seen. His black boots held on the brick wall as he sat beside the window waiting: :
As soon as the creature enter the room the twat of the gun and breaking glass could be heard as he took four shots that hit. With a smirk he pulled on the rope and dropped to the ground d like a ghost. He holstered the weapon and moved on to the connecting ally to make his escape. Mission success:
On a tall outskirt building of the city where they all had been disappearing he stood. Number 156, the last of the soldiers that where elite from the day they were born. Icy blue eyes could only been seen, confirming he was not a machine. A military helmet in urban camouflage of grey, black, and an off shade of blue matched his uniform which had a strait black flak jacket over it. Over his face was a Kevlar mask that hid every feature of him, Hands where gloved the same way for protection. Within this all many weapons and such where hidden to deal with any sport of target. Without a noise he moved on after hooking a rope to the edge of the roof. Quite and perfect the professional jumped over the side of the roof to start the decent to the creatureâs window. His left hand held the rope above his head. In his right hand a pistol with a silencer could be seen. His black boots held on the brick wall as he sat beside the window waiting: :
As soon as the creature enter the room the twat of the gun and breaking glass could be heard as he took four shots that hit. With a smirk he pulled on the rope and dropped to the ground d like a ghost. He holstered the weapon and moved on to the connecting ally to make his escape. Mission success: