[i]From three-quarters of a mile away, I watched through the scope of my Remington Defense MSR. I had the .338 Lapua Magnum chamber loaded in this thing, and a custom'-loaded 205 grain round sat in the chamber. After losing the fight with the first assaulting with the Cobra insignia, I decided to vacate my House temporarily. I now recognized the Cobra. That logo. Venom. The PMC. The same company I bought this very rifle from. At least, that's who I believed it to be. Seeing the little girl changed things. My finger rested on the trigger as my crosshairs rested on the wrist of the Hostage-Taker. A fraction of an inch in any direction would ruin my shot. I deliberately breathed in and out, slowing down my heart rate. Thump-Thump My finger begins to depress on the trigger slowly. Thump--Thump Just a little bit more.... Thump---Thump And... Thump - BANG! - Thump A perfect shot, right between heartbeats. The Electromagnetic Round tore through the air at immense velocity. I brought these expensive bullets out after encountering the energy shield earlier. The round collided with the wrist of the Hostage Taker within one and half seconds. [/i]