Wren and Ruby were out deep in the wilds of Old Russia scouting for an up in coming Fallen Kell who has started to become a problem for the Last City and with everything going on with the pieces of Nezarec, they wanted to end the problem quickly before it becomes an even bigger one.

With Ruby as his spotter, Wren laid down in between two bushes dressed in woodland camouflage and stares through a sniper scope aimed right at the Kell's head

Ruby: Hey Wren.

Wren: Yeah?

Ruby: How come you never take off your helmet?

Wren: I don't want me head being taken off by some lucky Vandal.

Ruby: I mean whenever you're in the tower or relaxing.

Wren: It feels natural to me.

Ruby: Yeah but why don't you just take it off?

Wren: And show my face?

Ruby: Yeah. You're an awoken right?

Wren: Yes. But no, I'm not taking off my helmet.

Ruby: Are you ugly?

Wren: Besides a scar on my cheek, quite the opposite.

Ruby: Hmm~ Oh! I he's clear, take the shot!

A loud bang rung off as the round left the barrel of the sniper and turned the Kell's head into a blue mist. Ruby silently cheered while Wren rolled over on the ground clutching his shoulder

Wren: Augh! Amanda you stupid bitch you said this was a .22! Ah! You stupid bitch! Ahh!!

Ruby: Wait what? What do you mean you thought it was a .22?

Wren rolls over to the sniper and pulls back on the receiver and out pops out a very large sniper round making both guardians look at it with very wide eyes

Wren: That's a 20mm. Oh my God...