Dane looked at the woman whose face was frosty, and the sarcastic remark at his lips was silently swallowed back.
She's a sniper after all, jumping into the sea at the drop of a hat like she's courting death, really embarrassing—makes all the men here look bad.
Renee Morgan didn't look at him, just stared down at the high-power scope on her sniper rifle, found the position Jay Monroe had mentioned, and, ignoring distance or the risk of giving away her location, fired a shot straight away.
The shot didn't hit anyone, but the sound of a sniper rifle—the kind reserved for specialists—echoed across the ocean and stirred up a storm.
Team Red scrambled to report to their higher-ups: Team Blue's other sniper has appeared.
Everyone knew who this sniper was—Renee Morgan, a shooter whose skills rival Jay Monroe's.
The gunner who just made legend in the previous round.
