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Name: Adam Wong
Rank: Private E-1
Location: Marksman Training camp
Role: Rifleman
Team: Alpha

"Hey Hat check this out!" He pointed to a pile of leaves and tossed her a bag. "Fill it up, we'll use it right when were below the cliff" He started filling his own in a frantic rate. When it was about half way full he pulled a long length of fishnet out of his backpack and draped it over himself occasionally tying it in crucial areas like his waist, legs, and lightly around his neck. He cut the leftover net and continued to fill the bag with foliage while still chewing on his piece of jerky.

(( Eek, why isn't anyone else responding gonk ))

(( Haha, ish cool, I just don't want to like, you know, take away anyone's turns and what not, and skip somebody by accident. whee ))

Name: Adam Wong
Rank: Private E-1
Location: Marksman Training camp
Role: Rifleman
Team: Alpha

He handed her the little dufflebag with fish net and rope. "After we get up to the cliff we just empty the foliage and roll in it a few times, it catches on pretty quick." He looked up at the small cliff. "Shouldn't be a long climb." He said quietly.

((MILO, get your a** down there! If you don't roleplay that your down there you automatically lose! Come on, go go go! You don't want to be sniped like it's nothing do you?! ))


Name: Directly Anonymous
Rank: Blackwater
Location: Marksmen Training camp
Objective: Remove all targets

A slight beeping noise signified that the thirty seconds was up. Now, the recruits were in the forest, hopelessly trapped in a game of cat and mouse. Little did they know what was in store for them. Anonymous kept still, quite, almost in an inhuman like state as he realized he could begin the next phase of his objective- Removing all the targets. Positioning his Mk.14 in the direction of Adam Wong, who was approximately 501.2 yards away, Anonymous set his rifles scope roughly .5 mil dots up, and .5 mil dots to the left to compensate for the average fall of the bullet. Anonymous's scope was a x10 magnification scope and, each mil dot represented the equivalent of roughly 100 yards. Because of this, the unit was 500 yards away and, having a x10 magnification, it appeared to be 50 yards away, and his round fell at approximately same rate as the mil dots, so he set his mil dots accordingly. Having his scope adjusted, Anonymous licked his lips, and exerted 5.121 pounds of pressure on the trigger.

Name: Directly Anonymous
Rank: Blackwater
Location: Marksmen Training camp
Objective: Remove all targets

An interesting thing occurs when the trigger is first pulled. First, a spring, located within the handle is released, in turn setting off a string of gears and springs in relation the hammer. In Anonymous's case, the hammer was internal. This hammer was connected to a series of springs; one of the high powered springs was in the back position of the hammer. The hammer was held back a small plate that was only released when the complicated series of trigger movements occurred, and in turn allowed the hammer to move forward. The internal hammer moved forward because of the spring coiled up behind. In the front was a spring which pushed the internal hammer backwards, if a round wasn't fired. The springs usually were held in equilibrium, unless the small plate controlled by the trigger was released. When the trigger was released, then the plate slide back to it's position and pushed the entire body of the hammer backwards. To reload, the barrel would exploit the gas and recoil of the expanding explosion to push the breech back again and load in another bullet. The bullet of course, was inside a daintily created cartridge, filled with a primer, propellant, and in this case ball of paint. The hammer would strike the end of the cartridge with a considerable force, enough to set off the small powered primer, and set off the propellant. This in turn created enough force to send the projectile down the end of the barrel. The 5 pounds of trigger force was more than enough to set off the nearly perfectly calibrated 3 pounds trigger force, which had set off chain reaction previously mentioned, and launched the projectile in the direction of his Target: Adam Wong.

Name: Alyssa "Hatter" McConley
Rank: E-4
Team: Gamma
Role: Assualt Squad


She had seen him almost take the bullet, and it had her heart racing. She was quickly back up, and moving. She kept her body crouched, to try and stay hidden. Because she had fallen to the ground to avoid bullets, she had leaves on her partially. She quickly followed her comrade up the cliff,"That was cuttin' it close, do you think."She said to him.