The Sniper Behind The Rifle Knew My Breathing Better Than I Did

But the scope was wrong. Not military issue. Civilian black project tech – the kind that reads heart rate, breathing, the pause between inhales.

The reticle was already synced to my lungs. Already moving with me.

“You trained them too well,” Kesler said softly.

And that’s when I understood. This wasn’t a hunt. It was a test. A graduation.

“Take the hood continue reading …