Today me and my friend Kevin had quite the adventure. We had heard wind of a group of five that were putting together a van. We got their skype information and found out where they where building it ( north of solnichiniy)

We find out they are still in need of engine parts, and tell them we would be happy to trade the non-existent engine parts for a military weapon. They say they have a M240 they are willing to trade. 


So the deal was on

I had a sniper and kevin had nothing and was relying on getting the M240 before they realized that the engine parts where a farse. I set myself up 400 meters away from the trade point and zeroed in my sniper. 


Five targets, military grade weapons, a broken van, and pitch darkness. This was going to be hard.


Kevin says in skype that he is in position for the trade, the other group meets him, they lay down the machine gun for him to take. Kevin rushes in, grabs it. 

"Crack"

I take my first shot, its lined up perfect, right into the brain, target dead.

Kevin screams "Who is shooting" to cause confusion 

He then lets out a vicious salvo of machine gun fire into the guy in front of him, another dead.


One target runs to the van i take my shot and miss, its followed by a hail of M240 rounds, the man drops to the ground legs broke. I follow up with a shot to the body to finish him off. 

I look for more targets when I see kevin, walking slowly forward like rambo, raining bullets on an guy behind cover. 

At this point the skype call was screams of anger and pleading for mercy. 

The guy behind cover was bleeding and screaming to be allowed his life

Kevin walks out of my sight, all I see is a quick flash and i know another one of them is dead.

The last target is badly bloodied, and legs broke. He is crawling in the open, among his dead friends. He goes to each of their bodies trying to give them first aid. They are all dead. I savour his moans and cries. Line up my shot, and finish the deal.