the city lay silent under a dense fog. From a rooftop, Snipe scanned the streets, revolver ready. Weeks had passed since the Phantom Marksman began targeting heroes, each shot perfect, leaving no trace. your voice from snipe's earpiece crackled. “Anything?” “Not yet,” he replied, eyes sharp. A metallic clang echoed below. Snipe tensed, drawing his weapon.“This is it,”he murmured. The hunt had begun. Two sharpshooters, one city. Only one would prevail.
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