Post by deadeye on Aug 6, 2009 2:58:22 GMT -5
Deadeye saw that the two people were exiting the car. One of them was emitting a strange Cybertronian signal. Was he one of the "Techno-Organics" he heard so much about? Either way, now they were out of the car, they at least knew that Nightridge was a Decepticon and was nearby. Slag was going to hit the fan pretty soon.
He quietly shifted into his Robot mode. With a soft hydraulic hiss, the long rifle of his disengaged from his chest and he brought it to bear, peeking through the scope with his monoeye as he crouched behind the parking garage wall, resting the barrel of the rifle against it for stability.
Various numbers ran across the inside of the scope, alongside the trusted sniper's friend. The crosshair. He slowly studied each target through the scope, and each one was now placed into the target recognition data that he stored inside his rifle. If he had it his way, he would've just fried Alex on the spot with the plasma of his rifle, but unfortunately, Techno Organics were more valuable alive rather than dead. Autobots? Shoot 'em in the head. Finally, he brought the crosshairs to bear on Arcee.
"Pretty little thing, ain't ya?" he whispered softly to himself. "Such a shame you're on the other side though." Numbers blinked, giving him data on wind speed and other things that might effect his shot. He held his fire for now.
He quietly shifted into his Robot mode. With a soft hydraulic hiss, the long rifle of his disengaged from his chest and he brought it to bear, peeking through the scope with his monoeye as he crouched behind the parking garage wall, resting the barrel of the rifle against it for stability.
Various numbers ran across the inside of the scope, alongside the trusted sniper's friend. The crosshair. He slowly studied each target through the scope, and each one was now placed into the target recognition data that he stored inside his rifle. If he had it his way, he would've just fried Alex on the spot with the plasma of his rifle, but unfortunately, Techno Organics were more valuable alive rather than dead. Autobots? Shoot 'em in the head. Finally, he brought the crosshairs to bear on Arcee.
"Pretty little thing, ain't ya?" he whispered softly to himself. "Such a shame you're on the other side though." Numbers blinked, giving him data on wind speed and other things that might effect his shot. He held his fire for now.