SEF Universe - Sniper High.
"Sniper High to control, I have the package on scope, over."
Gabriel Valentine clicked the PTT on his LOSIR throat mic off and followed his charge as she moved through the market place. Clad in a black burka and wearing contacts to dull the bright green of her eyes, she was blending well into the crowd
Huddled under a pile of tires, scrap metal and other rooftop detritus, Valentine was maintaining overwatch on the two spooks as they sat in their non descript van. They'd been there four days and got fuck all. He was starting to long for the comfort of the green zone. He stank, was covered in dirt, and wouldn't be recognised by his own mother.
Which, of course, was rather the point.
"Watching over us still, Angel?"
Laura's voice in his ear. Gabe didn't respond, just clicking the PTT twice in acknowledgment. Don't speak unless necessary.
"Looks like another day of very little. You can F.O.H. if you like."
A seccond double tap of the PTT. Then a wait of four seconds, then a single press. Acknowledged. No.
As Gabe scanned the street again, something told him to up his elevation. He lifted the rifle, slowly, tracking the scope up the wall that the van was parked next to. He breathed in sharply, blessing every instinct he had, before triple tapping the PTT - the panic pulse that meant trouble inbound.
A gunman was busy climbing over the building's exterior compound wall. In his thirties, he was dressed in the beige coloured robe. He had a scruffy dark beard, beady eyes and an AK47 in his left hand. Moving as stealthily as he could, he dropped down into the street and began creeping up towards the van.
Gabe adjusted himself, frantically subvocalising. "Sniper High, Control, we have inbound hostile x-ray, I say again, inbound hostile X-ray. Clear and Present danger. I have the shot. Do I have permission to engage?"
"Negative, Sniper High, Negative. Mission Critical, will compromise the assets."
"Control, assets have ten seconds before they are engaged."
"Have that. Hold for clearance."
"Control."
"Hold for clearance."
The gunman was moving closer, as Gabe heard the roar of the van's engine coming to life.
"Assets are exfiltrating."
The gunman abandoned all pretense of subtlety at that point, coming up to his full height, switching the rocker of his AK to full auto and pulling the trigger. He got off a three round burst before Gabe put a 7.62 green spot through his left eye.
"Sniper High, Control, one down."
"Have that."
"No additional hostiles. Sniper High is RTB."
"Have that."