I flexed my toes, feeling the hard earth through the soles of my feet. A light breeze wafted over the rise I was hiding behind, rustling my cloak and making the eagle pattern stitched on it shimmer in the harsh sunlight. To my left a warlock sat, mumbling incoherently about the light and the dark, while cleaning her gun of dust. Some guardians say that a warlocks mind is a battle ground, where they fight for control over their actions, scenes and their sanity. And the more I traveled with this one, the more I have come to believe them. More than once I have seen her lose control, hurling balls of energy without reason or target, and at night, while she sleeps her helmet's eye sockets glow a deep, pulsating purple. Further away, over the rise, stood our target. A high priority Devil Baron, surrounded by Captains, Vandals and Dregs. Further from the formidable cluster of Fallen, five Shanks - their pets and scouts - patrolled the immediate area, ready to raise the alarm to their superiors if ever there was sign of trouble. It was time to make our move. I pulled my sniper riffle from my back and motioned to the warlock that it was time. She nodded and started to move slowly away. I undid the gas filters on my helmet and tasted the morning air. It was dry, devoid of any moisture. Everything had to been considered when taking out a target this lethal. And a miss, a miss would results in her's, and probably my deaths. Strangely I felt the unfamiliar hand of nervousness groping at my mind, but I forced it aside, it was a distraction, and distractions led to mistakes.I Adjusting my position in the dirt as I put my eye up to the scope, and waiting for the signal from my partner. And a few seconds later there it was, five fingers, five seconds until she would strike, five seconds until I had to take the shot. Five seconds later I watched as she rushed forward, her gun raining hell and pain on the Fallen. Within seconds the Baron's guard was dead, and he was confused. And fearful. I could see it in his face as he ran his eyes over his fallen comrades. I watched his face turn to hatred as he looked upon the warlock, who stood defiant, surrounded in the glow of the void. Now was the perfect time, I breathed in, placed my finger on the trigger, and fired. That was when it all went wrong, the Baron chose that moment to teleport, he only moved a foot from where he was standing, but now, the place my bullet would have delivered its deadly payload contained only air. I cursed, [i]where was he now?[/i] I though to myself, just as a shadow fell over me, I gulped. [i]This is the end[/i], I thought as a crack resonated through my skull and the world went black... Thanks for reading, this is my first thing like this, if you enjoyed follow me for updates on the next chapters!