Snipers Mark, Ghost Wolf, Book cover by: GhostWolf [rm book recommendations .TXT] 📗

"Cops are three minutes out," 

"Thanks Karly," The sound of sirens echo through the streets as they get closer to the building. That's when somthing catches my eyes. I look over the edge of the building. At the base of the building is a pair of police cars, one entering the building I'm in and one entering the other. I search the party floor, staring right at me is a detective an, undercover detective. 

"Shit!" cursing I quickly take the rifle apart and grab the military back bag next to me. 

"I've been compromised, there's a detective in the building a floor below you guys. Watch your backs," finished packing I grab the two shell casings out of the gravel. Pulling a mask out I zipp it up my neck then clip the buckle around the back of my head, then pull it over my nose. 

"Alright be carful. Don't get caught," Tyler's voice is filled with concern. 

"Watch your back kiddo. Don't get yourself killed falling off buildings," Tanner and I have worked together for three years. He knows me better than anyone else. Maybe that's a bad thing. 
 On the left side of the building is an alley while on the right side is another building. Behind me there's the roof access door, which blocks the sound of pounding footsteps. The sirens of many cops were getting increasingly louder, and the cop in the stairwell will be on the roof any second. I turn back around facing the street, the detective was looking between me and the stairs which lead upstairs to where Tanner, Blake, and Tyler where finishing tying up the bad guys. He made a decision and went up the stairs. 

"Detectives coming your way Tanner," 

"Ok, thanks for the heads up. Karly where are you with the van?" 

"I'm on my way now. I'll be there in 80 seconds," the door behind me slams open and I spin around. Looking down the barrel of a gun and staring down the barrel of a gun are two different perspectives. I'm staring down the barrel of a gun, my back to the open space. Taking two steps back puts me at the edge. 

"Stop! Put your hands up, and get on the ground slowly!" The cops aim is off and he's shaking pretty badly. He's got dark brown hair, with dark brown eyes, and is a few inches shorter than I am. I stay where I am sizing him up. I tilt my head, and notice that he's favoring his right leg. There's 10ft between us, about 90ft below me is concrete. I've got to be carful, and in blinding fast speed I've crossed that 10ft in a split second, dropping to the ground in a crouch I pivot on my left foot and swipe the cops leg out from under him with my right. The cop drops the gun and lands on his back with a whoof. I'm on him, turning him onto his back and zip tying his hands behind him. I kick his gun out of his reach, and turn running to the right side of the building. There's a loud bang and on instinct I twist left before dropping to the ground. The bullet barely misses my cheek, and I'm on my feet in seconds sliding behind the roof door. 

"Ghost! Get the hell out of there!" I lean against the wall actions swirling in my head. 

"What the hell do you think I'm trying to do!?" I yell back at Tyler, gritting my teeth angrily. The boys are extremely protective of Karly and I. It's very annoying at times. The cops are now at the base of the two buildings no doubt running up both stairs. I look around the wall to the building across from me, spotting a sniper?! I didn't see any snipers! 

"Karly check video surveillance! Two floors above the party room!" Through my wire I hear Karly furiously typing away. I hear a curse before she announces that the cops were already in the building before we got there. 

"Ghost! Plan B," I pull my rifle back out and set it up. I close my eyes and image were the snipers at. I get on the ground and I lean away of the protective wall. I've already got the sniper in my sight, as I exhale and pull the trigger. The bullet slams into the glass window missing the sniper by an inch. The glass spider webs, and I'm on my feet pulling a device out of my bag. I pick the Mk13 up and shoot at the window below the sniper. The glass spider webs before completely shattering, three figures standing at the edge, masks similar to mine ready to bounce. I've already put the rifle down and have shot a zip line across the street. The party floor is one level above the building I'm on which allows Tanner, Blake, and Tyler to slide down to the roof. Putting the rifle on my back instead of in its separate parts in my bag, and pull a pistol out. The sound of pounding feet echo up the stairwell, the boys already on the neighboring roof. 

"Come on Ghost!" I shake my head with a grin hidden under my mask, and wave off Blake. I sit on the ledge of the other building my feet hanging over the gravel roof. The first cop out of the stairwell is the detective I saw in the party room. He has his gun out and the first thing he does is check the cop I tied up. More of the police department of Las Vegas floods out the door, all stopping short of me guns aimed at my chest. The detective pushes through to the front, and stares at me. 

"I'm detective Young, captain of Las Vegas police force 59, hands in the air, and slowly get to your knees with your hands on your head," his voice is extremely calm he barely quivers. With precautious movements I slowly move my hand behind me. This gets a reaction from them all and everyone of them starts yelling at me to put my hands up. I laugh, and pull an origami wolf howling out and set it on the ledge next to me. I stand on the ledge and beckon them to me, before spinning around and running to the ledge of the building I'm on. Detective Young's voice calls out, then barks an order to his men. I keep running breathing evenly, my feet pounding the roof in time with my heart beat. The sound of five pairs of feet follow. One lighter than the others no doubt the detectives. The end of the building looms before me. At the ledge I stop then turn sharply to my right and run along the edge. I glance over my shoulders, the cops following close behind me. A brick wall towers over me higher than I can jump with no hand or foot holds. Silver piping runs along the buildings wall and without much thought I jumped tapping one foot on the piping boosting myself up, and grab the ledge pulling myself over the ledge. I glance down, the heavily armored cops closely following, except for the detective whos right on my heels. Not waiting for the agile cop to catch up, I search for somthing to hide behind. I dodge behind an HVAC unit as Young pulls himself over the ledge. I watch his shadow move across the roof as he cautiously walks past the units. I follow quietly, keeping to the shadows. He gets to the edge of the building and stares down at another street. The roof has no gravel on it which allows me to get right behind him until he sees my shadow come up behind him. I grab him around the neck and kick his gun from his grasp. It clatters across the roof and stops against one of the air conditioning units. His elbow jabs into my side, but he's loosing air and his attempts to get loose were weakening. As he's about to pass out I release him and grab the back of his shirt and toss him to the ground. He raises himself up on an elbow before turning onto his back. He lays there staring at me, sucking in air. I look up to see the rest of his team coming over the ledge and flee. There's a fire escape on the side of the building, and I'm down the side of it and on the ground in 10 seconds. Reaching up to contact the others, to come pick me up, a black van rolls up to the curb it's side door opening. 

"What took you so long?" The smirk on Blake's face makes me smile. Before hopping in I look up, and the detective is looking down at us. I wave and close the van door behind me. 

 "Let me guess. You left a note," I grinned proudly at Tanner. He shook his head. Blake clapped me on the back with a chuckle. 

”Dont egg her on Blake,” Karley said from the hotel bathroom door. Her wet hair dripped onto her grey t-shirt. She had a towel in her hand rubbing her hair in between it drying the wet dripping strands. I hopped up off the bed and grabbed a towel. 

“My turn, ” the boys groaned. 

“Oh come onn! You take forever!” I laughed and shrugged and got into the shower. Blake grumbled about not having gotten up and called dibs first. The shower felt amazing after having been in the cold on a hard gravely roof for 5 hours. My elbows by now were pretty hard and calloused having propped up my rifle for so long. It'd been 5 years since I'd been rescued. Even though I'd been 5-6 years old I still remeber the house. 

"Alright, somthing went wrong during our mission. Let's pinpoint it," Tanner said shifting on his feet hands crossed as everyone studies the layout of the mission. "Bad guys dealt with we need to focus on how we didn't spot the detective at the party, and who shot at Skylar," Blake said tapping the guest list we had. "Did he go by an alias?" I asked studying the list. We had a list of all cops, detectives and judges so there's no way we would have missed a cop on the list. Karley went to work figuring that out and picked up the guest list and circled names we didn't recognize automatically and then searched the unknown names through a system. One didn't match. "Andrew Cyrus, 85 in Texas. He bought a television at 9:50 pm and recieved it at home. Our detectives alias," she said grinning. "Alright so we have an alias, now the sniper that shop at Skylar." The others glanced at me. The scrape from the bullet was cleaned and patched. Tyler sat on the bed studying documents and searching for info.

"I didn't see much. I only managed to shoot at him and miss," I said a little uneased about the fact he knew I was there. "I staked that spot out from the shadows for 2 hours. There's no way I missed him," I said irritated. I wrung my hair out