Theme: Death Wish - Gackt
Conditions: Cold, half a foot of snow, sun setting
Time: 6 PM
Jack crouched in the snow, knife out. It was him versus an untold number of ecoterrorists, so careful was something he could currently afford.
He checked around the tree again; four in immediate sight, and about four more from what he could tell from the tracks.
Ugh. I hate snow.
Of course, he had suited up for the situation, wearing a sort of camouflage that had been developed recently in Midgar. "Winter Forest" or something. Whatever the case, it seemed to be working, because he hadn't been noticed yet.
Yet, he thought sourly, equipping his rifle with a suppressor and stepping out from behind cover. Instead of aiming for the enemies, Jack looked through his scope for the telltale signs of the trap he had set.
He fired a shot, nearly silenced, and the bullet pierced the rope. The terrorists noticed the snapping cord too late, however; the four in immediate view were knocked flat, all unconscious, by a swinging log. The other four Jack was aware of slipped back into his field of vision to check on their incapacitated comrades. Wrong move.
Another rope snapped with another bullet fired; this time, however, a number of darts flew in from all directions, fired by springloaded traps he had set up. The four were all hit in numerous places; two dropped unconscious after three seconds, while the third took four more; by that time, the fourth, realising it was over, put all of his mana into shooting a fireball at some trees before passing out. Jack quickly took care of the minimal fire by tossing snow on it.
"That's what you get for trying to mess with my country, you bunch of rotten hirelings..."
Jacques set up a flare, and shot it into the air. It was over.
"Any regular squad could have done this... I need to devote myself to bigger things." the half-viera said, sitting on a log after brushing it clear of snow. He took a sip from his cantine, half full of lukewarm coffee, and waited for the cleanup crew to arrive.