"Wind is shifting, three o'clock," Miller whispered, his voice a dry rasp. "Range is eight hundred meters. He’s in the bell tower, third arch from the left."
"He’s got a thermal," Beckett muttered. "He's waiting for us to sweat." "Then don't," Miller replied. Sniper: Ultimate Kill
Beside Beckett, Richard Miller—his father’s old protégé and a man who treated war like a chess match—watched through a spotter scope. "Wind is shifting, three o'clock," Miller whispered, his