The Infiltration Operation

From the roof of the school, one could see just about everything, even at night time.
Such a vantage point was beneficial to Hisoka, being a sniper.
The high ground allowed him to see everything, and also put him out of harm's way; it allowed him to kill someone at a range where they couldn't fight back.

Of course, there was typically only one thing to shoot at - the Angel, who was the monkey wrench in their operations, the one who he and the other SSS members fought, to rebel against god and earn something to make up for their unfair lives, and deaths.

She of course, was near-invincible, with her being able to use abilities that rendered her, just about, bullet proof.
The fights with Angel weren't hopeless battles, though, as most of the time they were only diversions, so the other members could carry out some kind of operation.
This operation was another breaching of the Angel's sanctuary, something he never got to see.

He, as usual, was on recon and, after gaining sight of the enemy, long-range assault.
Currently, Hisoka was lying on his stomach; looking through the scope lens of his DSR-1 sniper rifle, which he had called "Sayoko".

He didn't know why he called it that, but it was the first name that came to mind, and it had some kind of significance.
He couldn't remember what made it significant, though.

He was almost perfectly still, in his silence, with his right index finger resting on the trigger of the rifle.
The rifle itself sat on its bipod, and its foot at the stock.

"You see her yet?" Buzzed an SSS member in his right ear, through the earpiece he wore, which was obscured behind the hood of his black poncho.
He removed his right hand from the pistol grip of the gun and touched the earpiece, responding with a quiet,
"No. All clear."
Before returning his hand to its previous position.

It was kind of nice, this role; it put him out of the way (as he was terrible when it came to conducting such operations, and his reflexes were bad, at least up close. ) and where he wanted to be - by himself.
Sometimes he would be accompanied by another SSS member who served as his spotter; wielding another sniper rifle and a pair of binoculars.
Though typically, Hisoka was observant enough to be his own spotter, and most of the time, that's how it came to be.
Just him, by himself, with Sayoko.

He silently wished he had a book to read, or at least something to shoot at.
Staring at benches and trees was boring.

He lifted his head from the chin rest of the rifle to look at his fellow SSS member as she spoke.
While he did prefer the quiet, he couldn't help but admit that the music Girls DeMo played was good.
What, did you think a quiet bookworm like him wouldn't appreciate music?
Despite being more introverted than most, he was still a normal teenager.
And rock music, in his past life, was a favored genre of his.

His neck was was a little stiff from being in the same position for too long, so he had to move his head around a bit, to get the blood flowing properly again and to relieve himself of that stiffness.

He looked to his compatriot, who he knew to be an avid music fan, specifically of Girls Dead Monster. She was also a musician and vocalist herself, which made it no surprise that she liked Girls DeMo.
He wasn't comparable to her in the 'being a fan of that band' factor; he gained greater pleasantries from books.

He responded, in his quiet voice,
"It wouldn't matter if she did or didn't."

He was interrupted by yelling in his ear; orders.

"Dammit! Fission Mailed! She found us! We're leaving the dorms, try to cover us as we get the hell out of dodge!"

Yelled one of the members, through his communicator.
Placing one hand on the ear piece, he replied.
"Roger, I'll provide support."

He quickly returned to his position, and a click was heard after he switched the gun's safety off, looking through the scope, he adjusted its magnification and pivoted his rifle slightly so that the barrel faced the dormitory's front doors.
Through the windows in the distance, flashes from gunfire could be seen, and their din could be heard.

The front doors bursted open, followed by a group of 3 -- no, 4 SSS members, running away from a slowly advancing angel.

"Contact."
Said Hisoka, pointing towards Angel's general direction with his left hand, not looking up from the scope, to notify Seika of her presence.
His right index finger rested on the trigger, and his heart raced.
It was pure adrenaline; this kind of thing.
Even though he wasn't in the actual conflict, he felt that he was; he was immersed by the intensity of it.
The gunshots, and the yelling.

Despite this adrenaline, Hisoka did his best to keep a calm demeanor; he would need it to make sure his shots struck true.

He waited for the Angel's head to enter his crosshairs, and the moment it did...

BOOM!

The shot from Sayoko the DSR-1 rang out, echoing throughout the school grounds, appearing louder to Seika and Hisoka.

His right hand moved away from the trigger and the pistol grip after the shot, and he re-bolted. Pulling the action up and back, then forward and down again, to its original position.

While it was a tedious process found in all bolt-action rifles that made it, in one respect, inferior to semi-automatic rifles, it was the bolt-action rifle that was more accurate.
And Hisoka liked the accuracy from his DSR-1.
Its compact size and lighter weight were good pros, too.

Hisoka noticed that his shot didn't exactly work as intended; Angel was still up.
It appears the shields or whatever defensive magic she had worked well to reflect gunfire.
Hisoka Mori wasn't going to give up, though.

Re-alligning his rifle, and placing his index finger at the trigger, he waited a moment, then shot again, repeating the re-bolting process required in bolt-action sniper rifles.

Hopefully she wouldn't come for him at this point; he was horrible at closer quarters.
Then again, Seika was here, and CQ was her forte.
He would run back and let her deal with the Angel in hand to hand.
Or rather, blade to blade.

"I can provide cover fire from up here."
He said as she lept off of the roof from the railing while adjusting the scope's magnification, to better suit the more limited range.

He adjusted his aim, this time for the legs, which were funnily enough a smaller target than the Angel's head, due to their being skinny.

Regardless, though, he would try to hit his mark, hopefully crippling Angel, to make the fight easier for Seika.

Another shot rang out after he pulled the trigger, this time missing the Angel's frail legs.
After rebolting, he tried again, keeping in mind how many bullets he had left to the DSR's magazine.

The Angel, although she seemed a petite and quiet figure, was actually deadly in combat.
He saw it, and witnessed it; his own friends being sliced by those blades she conjured.
She never attacked them initially, though; it was only after they begun firing at her that she started her assault.

He wasn't sure why she was their enemy, or why they were attacking someone who didn't seem to be aggressive.
But eh, the only thing he could do was follow orders, as the SSS helped him get adjusted to this weird place.

He continued his fire, aiming for the Angel's legs.
He wouldn't stop firing until he either ran out of ammo, or was ordered to retreat.
They were going to be the ones to retreat last, after all; as they were covering for the infiltration team, so they themselves could leave.

While the fight transpired, Hisoka hoped that the Angel wouldn't attack him, for he would be screwed in a close-range fight.

As the fight commenced, Hisoka tried his best to provide support from afar.
But each shot... barely did anything to Angel.
How the hell were they supposed to hurt this girl, let alone kill her, if every single shot and attack failed?
How hard was it a feat to infiltrate her quarters?
Did it have advanced laser-security or something?

He grimaced at the sight of Seika's blood, feeling slightly useless in this fight.
Well, it wasn't like he had to pay for the ammo or anything; might as well unload all that he had on this emotionless monstrosity of a girl.

He pulled the bolt up and back, and exchanged the now empty magazine for a new one, repeating the same bolting process but in reverse.
He had to be extra careful now; the fight was fairly close, and he didn't want to accidentally hit Seika because of unintentional friendly fire.

Hisoka took aim for Angel's knees, with hope that he would cripple her, to make her an easy kill.
He wasn't sure if she had healing abilities, and hoped not.

BANG! A shot rang out after he squeezed the trigger, after thinking he had an opportune moment at shooting her.
The bullet was deflected from her knee; but he tried again.
After rebolting, he readjusted his aim, gulping down a glob of saliva.
While usually fairly calm in such situations, he felt nervous for his ally's state; even though one couldn't actually 'die' here.
Pain was entirely possible to feel, though; and Hisoka could only imagine how much pain was felt being cut like that.

He tried to shoot her again, as the fight progressed; but this time, he missed entirely.
It seemed the Angel was trying to make her moves more unpredictable to both he and Seika.

He really wanted to make this shot count, so he made the extra effort to wait a little more.
He waited for his chance to strike, alligned his rifle, then...

He squeezed the trigger, and with the din that normally sounded whenever Sayoko was fired, the bullet flew from the barrel.
And into Angel's left knee.

Perhaps it was sheer luck that he managed to hit her?
Regardless, he wasn't going to let his excitement get to him.
He watched as the Angel, now heavily disoriented, struggled to stand.
Now things were looking up.