ANZIO
Roy's eyes, long-trained for sniping and for anti-sniper engagements, picked out a form in the greenery. "I've gotta come up with a break-down version of a rifle that I can bring on these ops," he grumbled, barely loud enough for Flores and Shadow to maybe catch what he said, as he drew a machine pistol and sent a single round at his target.
He thought he saw a second, when Larry gave a tug on the leash and almost pulled him off balance. "Larry!" he hissex in the same low voice. "At ease! You're throwing off my aim..."
As he spoke, he spied another form, and fluidly raised and fired his weapon, again with a single shot. "Sound suppression would be nice..." he grumbled, although he knew it wouldn't hide him. Suppressors reduced, but didn't eliminate sound, and in the relative stillness of the forested area they were in, each shot, suppressed or not, would have been clearly audible.
As he continued looking, other parts of his mind were engaged...considering whether to release Larry and let him scour the forest for them...and how to guarantee that the larg didn't run beyond the forest and get into the station in general...he also realized that he'd never really considered the acoustic challenges of locating a shooter in a station like this. A louder weapon could, potentially, be an advantage in some circumstances, if the sound echoed off walls...he'd only ever really worried about it in planetary conditions. Maybe Beth...or Doc Christie...can run some computer simulations on it when we get done here...