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Sergeant First Class Jason Conner: "The Afghan Butcher"
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C u r r e n t W e a p o n
███████████████▌▌ US Army Issue M24A2 Sniper Weapon System
"...Being a killer isn't all bad..."
The Sergeant sighed and put his pistol back when a security officer shined his flashlight inside the building and then leave. Probably a routine check for contraband or unwanted persons. He let out a sigh of relief, he didn't have to butcher that innocent man for no reason. He laughed at the thought and shook his head. He killed several innocent people. It made no difference if they were shooting at him or just standing there. He'd butcher them all with a combat knife. He loved the smell of blood and iron. He had become so used to the smell he could smell it on anyone. "Sooner or later im going to need help. This job is way too easy for me.. Maybe I'll grab a job from one of the Triad or Yakuza contacts. Who the hell knows." He said shrugging as he walked out of the burned building, walking underneath the yellow caution tape. He then pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his jacket pocket and shook the pack until one filter showed, he then pulled the cigarette out of the pack with his lips and lit it with his lighter. "Im done here, everything seems to be good. Just make sure that burned down building if left untouched. It's a safety hazard for my men who will be here the day of the arrival." He said trying to cause the guards to leave his strategic position unwatched. He knew there would be snipers around. But that's why he had his Suppressed M82. It could punch through the armored car and the body of his target, plus some collateral of course. He loved the idea of the large sum of cash he would be getting. He laughed to himself and exited the airstrip and hopped on a motorcycle. He didn't care who owned it, nor did the guards. It had been an irritating sight for the guards and they were glad to see it go. "Thanks again guys!" He said with a laugh as he grabbed two wires, therefore hotwiring the bike then speeding off. He decided to go to the Docks and take a leisurely cruise to one of the islands which had been inhabited by several gangs. "Triads or Yakuza here I come." He said smirking as he sped down the road going at least 130 MPH. When he arrived at the dock he sighed. No rental boats. "You have got to be ******** kidding me.." He said blankly as he pulled out a phone, He dialed a number and held it to his ear, waiting for an answer. "Vladimir. Im willing to do an exchange. I do you a favor, and you do me a favor." He said to the woman on the other line. He was speaking directly to the Russians. He needed a favor, and they were always needing favors and he needed one at the moment. So why the hell not.
"...If you don't mind a little blood..."
