Claws in the dew
Sniper 126-X1 was claws in the dew, waiting for something.
The chaos sniper saw something moving... Quickly re-aimed... Oh, it was that stupid beagle... Where was your owner, stupid beagle?
The beagle, Sniffy, ran around unconcerned, 'ruff-ruffing' at flowers and pollen and a particularly inquisitive white butterfly. Its owner was far away, Regimental Commissar Goldenrod tended to move around quite a bit, keeping an eye on basically every soldier in the regiment over any extended enough period of time.
Workman, Sniffy's crow partner, never far, was flying overhead, looking for shinies. Oh, a shiny. Pok!
The bird had seen a reflection in Sniper 126-X1's scope, and stuck the glass, cracking it. "You stupid bird! I oughta..." What the chaos sniper wanted to do to Workman was never said, his head had just exploded, thanks to the habit quite a few snipers in Support Company, 1st Battalion's had of keeping an eye out for the bird and the dog, both, their sniffing around corpses tended to attract enemy attention. So much, each company kept a running tally of "assists" for either animal, and gave them treats afterwards.
Workman knew the drill, this was a deceased enemy, it perched itself on the headless corpse, cawing every so often, and waiting for its treat.
The chaos sniper saw something moving... Quickly re-aimed... Oh, it was that stupid beagle... Where was your owner, stupid beagle?
The beagle, Sniffy, ran around unconcerned, 'ruff-ruffing' at flowers and pollen and a particularly inquisitive white butterfly. Its owner was far away, Regimental Commissar Goldenrod tended to move around quite a bit, keeping an eye on basically every soldier in the regiment over any extended enough period of time.
Workman, Sniffy's crow partner, never far, was flying overhead, looking for shinies. Oh, a shiny. Pok!
The bird had seen a reflection in Sniper 126-X1's scope, and stuck the glass, cracking it. "You stupid bird! I oughta..." What the chaos sniper wanted to do to Workman was never said, his head had just exploded, thanks to the habit quite a few snipers in Support Company, 1st Battalion's had of keeping an eye out for the bird and the dog, both, their sniffing around corpses tended to attract enemy attention. So much, each company kept a running tally of "assists" for either animal, and gave them treats afterwards.
Workman knew the drill, this was a deceased enemy, it perched itself on the headless corpse, cawing every so often, and waiting for its treat.
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