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» DRABBLE LIST（`not accepting.）

一 Lurking from behind the cover of a black SUV, he peeks. Back pressed against the vehicle while the semi-automatic assault rifle is clutched tightly between clothed fingers. In the distance, he could hear the sound of police car sirens, their blaring red and blue lights flashing, but upon closer inspection, there are no police forces to be found. As soon as he takes note of the area being clear, he stealthily maneuvers his way towards the entry way of the building. Dark optics constantly shift back and forth and he’d occasionally make a full 360 to check his six. Clear. Carefully and quietly, he presses forward into the building. Upon entering, once again, he checks the perimeter, shifting his eyes in search of any traps that may be hidden around the vicinity. The lobby was clear. No signs of life, yet. He continues on to the next room, but stops midway into stepping foot in when his ears catch the sound of movement not too far from where he was currently stationed. Swiftly, he pulls himself back behind cover. He peeks. No one. Without hesitation, he does a shoulder peek, moving to the other side of the entryway. Something moves. Something. Narrowed eyes peer through his scope while he scans the room once more. It was then he noticed something. A head hidden behind the room’s staircase. With his index on the trigger, he pulls, tagging the target. The target flinches and retreats back behind the staircase. However, the head pokes out again, and it was then he pulls out his flash bang grenade, tossing it towards the direction of the staircase. Quickly dropping to a crouch  position, he runs passed the entryway of the room and finds cover behind a desk. The grenade lights up the room and he watches his target stumble backwards. With the scope pulled towards his eye, he lines the shot and fires. 

❝  Boom. Headshot. ❞