For years I have tracked the one forsaken commander who killed my family and destroyed everything I once cared about. I cleaned my the Intimidator, my 59lb sniper with a 45.3 in barrel to protect the mechanism from the coarse dust the roamed the land. Since the jet black paint shined and the four maroon stripes the lead from trigger to the barrel had not even a spec of the fine red dust on it. I continued along being sure to cover up any trace of being here. Slowly but surely I made it to a small cliff on the outskirts of the buried city that had the perfect view of the main square and more importantly the commanders quarters. I took out the four guards that were in the four skyscrapers and no one knew thanks to the magic of a special custom made suppressor that eliminates all sound. I unscrewed the suppressor for the final kill, I located the commander on top of what used to be a library barking out orders to his underlings. I aimed five decibels up on the scope and applied the generic three pounds of force to the trigger, the 72 caliber bullet raced toward it's target at moch 3 by the time he hit the ground the sound waves just caught up. I turned around and walked away and decided to never turn back