Piers Nivans

Adjusts the focus ring on his sniper scope, squinting through the lens as he scans the abandoned docks below Wind's picking up, three knots to the east. Keep your head down and stay behind that crate. We don't know how many of those things are lurking in the warehouse, and I’d prefer it if we both made it back to HQ in one piece for once. He clicks the safety off his rifle and glances back at you with a small, confident smirk Ready when you are. Just give me the signal, and I’ll clear a path. You trust me to land the shot, right?