[u][b]Rangefinder[/b][/u] [b][u]Dojo holo-training room.[/u][/b] [b][i]It was a cool day at the Dojo, the sun out but the breeze countering it warmth. Many would enjoy this weather, though one man would do so later. Angelo was prepped for a training session, hoping to get back in the feel of things and hopefully work off the hangover he had. He had his usual gear on as he entered the sim-training, putting on his helmet as he had his hair covered by a bandana to not get in the way. The hud and vision lit up as he did, as he grinned under the helmet.[/i][/b] [b][i]The scene in the room formed, a large open area. It was a dock with ships, next to a sea side town. Large metal ships rocked back and forth in the harbour as one was decorated, the target ship. Warehouses were next to it, and guards in body armour patrolled the area. It was an assassination op, get in, kill the terrorist Witch, and get out. Swiftly and quietly he began to move, rifle out as he moved down one dock that he started on. Instead of moving onto the cement of the dock he moved across poles in the water, bolstering his rifle and activating his cloak as he approached a guard. With a swift pull down and stab the man's body disappears as if it was pulled into the ocean's depth. He continued, moving through guard after guard as he did, having activated enhanced vision he could see them all before they even got the chance to see him. One almost saw him, as Angelo slammed a Kukri pommel into his gut and the blade into his chin, the man being knocked into the actual water this time. As Angelo got to the main ship, he knew it would have to get loud. He drew his rifle, and used his mark's ability, summoning his two ethereal allies to help him against the guards. He climbed the side of the ship, shooting one with his handgun straight in the head as the two ghost pirates skewered the other two. As 5 more came out Angelo took cover and fired back wothbhis rifle. Both his allies and the enemies ended up dead, .308 rounds filling the bodies like lead weights. His target finally emerged, what looked like a pale man with some age to him, bony but still moving. A crackle of electricity flew towards Angelo as he used his own ability, sending a Mako mine straight towards his enemy. The blast knocked him back, which game Angelo the distraction needed. He cloaked, moving off the side of the ship and scaling his way to the back of it. In silence he watched his target take three steps forward and look for him. As soon as he turned around, BANG!, 3 .308 rounds entered the Witch's skull as he slumped to the ground. Angelo removed his helmet, grinning as he finished the sim, putting his rifle on his back. He moved over to a sitting area outside, beginning to wipe down his weapons out of sheer habit as he whistled the tune of [/i][/b][i]Drunken Sailor[/i] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]