>>2152076pt 3/?
The Sniper took a moment to look at both the men in his immediate vicinity.
“Can you take a guess why we nabbed you?”
Sniper just remained silent.
“Come on, venture up one guess.”
Another deafeningly quiet pause.
“Is it because,” the Sniper finally muttered, “You both want to take me to the prom?”
Soldier wasted no time using his free hand to sucker punch the sharpshooter directly in the solar plexus. The man gasped, tears reflexively welling in the corner of his eyes.
“That was a DIRECT QUESTION, maggot. You are running out of guesses,” sneered the soldier into the Australian’s face, gripping his hair for emphasis.
“Let’s try this again,” offered the Texan in his softest drawl, “What reason is it you think we have you?”
The Sniper shook his head and honestly replied, “I dunno.”
The Engineer just looked back at him, making a gesture with his head to Soldier. Receiving the signal, the Soldier immediately let go of the man’s hair which sent him flopping to the ground. He scrambled back, but not fast enough and he was caught. Soldier pinned him with his arms behind his back on the ground. Engineer silently walked out of the Sniper’s view. Moments passed with just the breaths of the Sniper and Soldier in the rapidly darkening sawmill floor room. The Texan returned, carrying a large, metal, blue drum. He kicked it over onto its side and the Soldier wrestled him over it. Using electrical cords, the Engineer tied the man’s hands behind him. Next his feet were spread apart and tied. Sniper began to struggle even harder, thrashing against the cords and trying to wriggle off the barrel. It was no use.
