Lizzie took one sharp breath before pulling the trigger, the cool metal recoiling in her hands like the viscous kicking leg of a stubborn mule. The first few days of shooting had given her severe shoulder pain, along with very limited success, but she was improvingly rapidly. She had always had an eye for aim.
As soon as her silenced bullet fizzed through the air and thumped into her target with a soft thud, the others opened fired on the surrounding clickers. Within seven well-executed seconds, the entire group was laid to waste, a mere puddle on the pavement.
She was glad to have a clear role to play in the defence of Novus, but the job came with its haunting down sides. The thing is with a sniper, your eyes spend their days locked down that sight, zoomed in on your targets. Their fac
