Rain was making it hard to see for the sniper. Rain and fog weren't a good mix. But even in this weather Killshot still finished his suicide mission and got his target. He only missed one, after that miss he swore never to miss again.

Killshot stops and drops down to the muddy ground. He sets up his sniper and looks through the scope. He saw his target however there was a droid in front of him. Killshot was about a mile away and had very little visibility from his perch. He takes a breath and takes his aim. He shots and the bullet passes through the droid and hits his target killing him.

Killshot stands up and starts trudging back to where the spot was to meet up with the ship. He suddenly stops and blinks. He then keeps pushing forward ignoring he tricks that his mind like to play on him. He ignored them though, they were never real. The dead don't talk and they don't come back.

Killshot stops and puts his sniper over his back and takes out his knife. He turns and tackles the person behind him to the muddy ground. The person trusts the knife into Killshot's rib cage. They missed any organ that was there and Killshot stabs them in the neck and pulls out the knife that protruded from his chest.

Killshot pushes himself off the blood, wet and muddy ground. He always came back from any mission he got. He never missed and never failed. That only happened once and he wonders if one day he will miss and he won't come back. He wouldn't mind, the clone had no one to go back to. No one worrying if he's okay. He had no brother but that's the way it was. Truth be told? He waited for the day it'll end. It'll all end.