It took two months of intel reports to track Whisper's target down. A member of the Barons, nasty group of Former mercenaries turned raider. Allies even, once upon a time. The caps they made defending towns and hunting raiders down just weren't enough so they turned to extortion. If you paid your fees on time they would drop a few mutilated raiders in your camp and remind you to pay in full on time. After that they went after trader convoys and even attacked Enclave outposts with few soldiers at them. Recently they were tempting fate by returning to the lands the SoC called home, the lands run by the old Texas Govt fighting the Enclave back, and sending a man who was well known amongst their ranks. "Ultra". A commander of numerous raids who spent almost every moment he was outside of a fortified building inside of an armored vehicle. A hard target to even see, but one the SoC didn't wait for the order to send someone to deal with them.

This all ended up with Whisper inside of a broken down apartment complex across a lake, a half mile away from her target. Ultra was operating from the inside of a bombed out apartment building made bunker. Concrete had been poured into the cracked foundation and any window that was a potential threat was covered in a single fitted steel plate. The outside had sliding armored walls to let a supply vehicle through that had a cab that locked from the inside, and the courier that delivered supplies was patted down in a segmented concrete area outside the inner most walls. The door was opened only to let supplies in and the next errand boy out, Ultra himself only peeking out from the side of the door so as not to give an easy shot to a potential threat. Every 3 weeks the armored steel door would open after he checked the peep hole, he would wave them in from the side as another errand boy left, and then it would slam shut until the one he sent out came back in three weeks. Water was pumped directly from the nearby lake inside and filtered waste water pumped out into the lake with the waste taken out on the truck that brought in supplies.

The only way to take him out was at the door. An air tight shot would have to be made, and Whisper spent a full night looking a position with the angle she would need to put Ultra down. An abandoned Summer camp was her best bet. Ultra's goons didn't come near it due to the occasional wandering skirmishers making them fearful of it, they had no intentions of seeing if it was hungry scavengers of a few skirmishers outside of communal nest having a snack. A two story building that was once the councilor's cabin gave her a height advantage and the angle she needed. Wild stick grass grew near the door in a long forgotten garden, the various plants near it swaying and breaking what little of her was visible behind a wall. No practice shot could be made, nor was needed as Whisper hunted food in the days leading up to her shot. Expired noodles and mutato may not be her favorite meal but the canerous spuds and packs of chemical ramen were plentiful so she would have to make do.

The day of the shot crawled slowly towards her sights, and she woke up at midnight the day of so as not to potentially miss her window. She had waited weeks for this, studied over two months to find the info to make his shot happen. Yet it took a single moment to squeeze a steel trigger and let the strings of fate to go taut. No suppressor this time, the match grade round's call echoed like a hawk from her perch with a purpose. The windows to Ultra's soul opened wide just as the round connected with his forehead. His face vanished momentary into a red cloud as the high speed trepaner's needle of fate wove it's path through one side of his head and out the other. Whisper pulled herself up from her perch and put her rifle's sling on her shoulder as the chaos her shot clicked over like a domino. Troops screamed and scrambled to open the gates as one soldier motioned for the truck to unload it's waste on the driveway so that troops could pile into the back for a hunt. The silent jackal would vanish into the depths of the Pines before they ever got close, her mission complete and a message sent. If any more Barons foolishly attempted to march their way near the lands of the SoC or any of her allies, they would be dealt with before they even arrived at their destination. For they sow the wind, and they shall reap the whirlwind.

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