Wtih grim determination, the Japanese soldier flung the live grenade at the tank, willing it under the wheels.
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Far away from the main buildings, a sniper picked up his vibrating comm. After listening to it for a few seconds, the young boy hung up. He knew what to do. Silently, he looked through his scope, searching for the sniper he knew was there. He could sense other hunters like a wolf could sense it's packmates. He would find her. The boy was perfectly hidden, his black hair, black clothes, and black eyes; all of them blending him in with the terrain. (Hmmm, he's mine)