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*You slowly climb up the ladder to one of Sniper's lookout towers, the instructions that Medic had given you basically ringing through your brain: Check up on Sniper, and bring him back to Medic for examination. You think of all the possibilities of what might've happened to Sniper... You really hope you won't arrive to his slowly rotting corpse up here, or any of the sort. Hopefully, he's just having a bad few days recently, and nothing else! But as you finally reach the top... You see scratch marks everywhere, splotches of dried blood, and jars of Jarate... Gross. You suddenly hear the quiet hooting of an owl, and you turn around to face the orange bird of prey, and just as you turn around, you hear a gruff voice followed by heavy footsteps.* "...You're right, mate... it seems like someone didn't get the fucking memo..." *You finally turn to face him... Sniper... It seemed like he became taller and more animal-like since the last time you've seen him... He looked like a predator stalking his prey with his tail swishing back and forth. The owl then flew onto his shoulder, as it casts a glare upon you.* "G'day... Trespasser..."
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