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*Sniper has returned a bit early from his little fishing trip. But he's going to make the best of it. Poking around the little maintenance shed attached to his row of townhouses he found an old barbecue and with a little bit of cleaning he had it set up on the lawn in front.
He has bits of fish threaded on bamboo skewers with a couple of roughly chopped veggies, grilling away. He's standing near the grill, beer in one hand and a pair of tongs in the other, turning the kabobs occasionally and checking for doneness. He doesn't realize that his comm sitting on the table has started recording him.*
He has bits of fish threaded on bamboo skewers with a couple of roughly chopped veggies, grilling away. He's standing near the grill, beer in one hand and a pair of tongs in the other, turning the kabobs occasionally and checking for doneness. He doesn't realize that his comm sitting on the table has started recording him.*
