"Where am I?"
Was what broke the silence of Hisoka's position, as he looked through the scope of his rifle, aiming down range into the main courtyard infront of the school, where the steps lead down into.
He had positioned himself on the bench, sitting the wrong way on purpose.
His rifle, sitting on its bipod and the foot on the bottom of the stock on a ledge behind the bench, was currently trained on a short, white-haired girl, one whom the SSS - the organization he belonged to - could call their enemy.
Hisoka himself was garbed in his customary shortsleeved, black-colored hooded poncho, which he typically worn during SSS-missions that involved him being placed into a sniper role.
The operation at hand?
It had something to do with them acquiring those food tickets again, as they were starting to run low on them.
He was charged with long-range defense and recon from Angel.
He took hold of the rifle's action with his right hand, lifted it up and pushed forward, then brought it downward again, causing a 'click' to sound from it as it fell into place.
After switching his gun's safety off, he rested his right index finger on the gun's trigger, adjusting the focus and magnification of the scope with his left hand.
Yes, he knew the girl was behind him.
No, he didn't care. He had a job to do, and he wasn't going to deviate from that job.
In addition, there wasn't anything for him to say to her anyway, except maybe answer her question.
That would probably be the better idea, so he decided to do that.
Without changing his position or looking away from the scope of his gun, he quietly answered her question.
"Afterlife battlefront."
Tue Jul 20, 2010 12:07 am
