New York, United States

Summer Pov:

Summer had flown on a direct flight from Berlin after that she had rented a 2018 Kia Forte, of course paying in cash. Driving through the congested busy traffic at this hour was not good, but she knew where she was going. As an assassin, she had used this armourer a bunch of times. Passing by some buildings and stores along the way, she glanced out observing some people strolling along the sidewalk.

After a while she turned down some more streets, passing by some skyscrapers before she drove across the Manhattan Bridge into the seedier part of the city. This part of the city there weren't many stores but a few shops and back alleys. Hardly anyone in the city ever came, only if you were looking to get a modified sniper rifle made, then this was the place to go. She drove down the street and parked across the street behind some cars.

Stepping out of the vehicle, Summer grabbed the door handle as she closed the door behind her. Withdrew her Colt 1911, keeping it down at her side as she dashed the street.

The armorer shop looked like an auto shop from the outside, but it wasn't all. A few people knew of its location. There was a surveillance camera attached to the door as you walked up to the door.

Summer darted over to the door and with her free hand grabbed the door as she stepped in, walking over to the counter and tossed the casing from the 338.Lapau on it. The armorer swiftly pivoted in his chair as he rolled over to the country.

She knew very little about the armorer not where he had served just that he was one time he had been a tip-of spear operator.

Now he worked as a contract armorer for assassins, and various government Special Access programs. His expression hardened when she saw Summer standing in front of it.

"Well, well isn't it Summer Anton what brings back to my neck of woods," The armorer stated in a European accent.

"I need to know who contracted you for this 33.Lapau?" Summer demanded, gripping her ARES 1911 in both hands as she trained it on the armorer.

"Ah, the .338 Lapua AR-30 Bolt action sniper only two people I know have them, you and someone else," The armorer replied.

"Who is this somebody else," Summer shouted.

"I can't tell you that ,they will kill me if I do," The armorer said in a worried tone.

Summer cocked the hammer on her pistol and her finger rested on the trigger as her eyes narrowed. She yelled, " One last chance to tell me who they are?"

" All that I know is that they are high up in echelons of power in the intelligence community," The armorer remarked in a fearful tone.

"That's not good enough; who's their sniper or shooter," Summer inquired.

Out of nowhere a red dot appeared on the armorer's head before he could answer the question. A high velocity round shot through the window shattering the glass at the speed of 2600 feet per second, as it split his head open.

"M-Medusa," The armored muffled in his last dying words.

Medusa! Summer thought.

Who the hell was Medusa? Was it a codename of the shooter or sniper that had killed Nicky's asset in Berlin? Summer scrambled over to the door with her pistol clutch in her grip. So whoever they were high in the echelons of power had contracted her armorer who for AR-30 Bolt action sniper. Sprinting out as her eyes darted back and forth, looking for any sign of shooter or sniper.

The  sniper wasnt going be near any of these rooftops here, she knew. The round  had been fired from an extreme distance. Just then another round flew in the air smacking the pavement as Summer darted over to of the one vehicle to  take cover diving in behind it.

Someone up high in the echelons' power in Washington, DC didn't want the armorer to talk to her about what he did for them. Things were getting interesting now! Her instincts kicked in as a sniper. Everything about calculating the distance ,elevation, and the wind came rushing into her mind.There was no doubt in her mind that this assailant was highly trained,  even an assassin or sniper.

Summer pretty was sure that she hadn't been tailed after she left the airport, so how did the shooter know she was coming here? Had they been watching the armorer shop for a long time, and if so then that meant they knew the armorer couldn't be trusted if what he did for them.

She clicked her bluetooth earpiece. " Nicky, I have a name for you to look into. Medusa."

"Okay, I  see what I can find out about the name Summer," Nicky replied

It was no use going back to the shop Summer knew the armorer probably was very discreet about his clients and didn't any keep records. The name was all she had now. She had to admire the shooter's highly trained skills, but Summer had outsmarted the toughest assassins the Russian mafia had dispatched afte her and trained with the best of the snipers in sniper school.

The woman peered through her powerful scope on her Barrett M107, fifty caliber rifle. There was something about the lady, the way she moved with her gun clutched in grip. That sent a chill running down her back. Where she had seen her before, she wondered?

As she was trying to figure out who she was? 

She thought for a second

and then it dawned on her. The look in her eyes , the hardened expression on the face. Summer Anton. The last time she had seen her was at the sniper course in sniper school. Honestly, she didn't  mind  the competition, it made it more challenging to kill her targets. Where was she? She had to take cover behind the vehicles, but which one.

Before Axelle had taken this contract from her Russtech Ammunition handler in Thunderstorm, she had looked into Summer Anton on the NCIC, only  to find out that most of the file had been redacted. But what she could make from it very little, only that she had been an orphan and that after several orphanages she moved to Stockholm Sweden where she had classified intel to the highest bidder . But what was interesting was that she went to work for Russian Mafia as free-lance assassin.

Summer earpiece chirped. The voice was in a Russian accent.

"It's been a long time Summer I think the last time was at sniper course when you defeat  me in the long range competition,"

Summer suddenly recognized the Russian accent. It couldn't be Axelle Medvedev. But it was.

"Medvedev, who are you working for?" Summer inquired.

"Summer, you know that is a need to know,  and I can' tell  you; I could ask you the same thing," Axelle said in her Russian accent. 

Axelle slowly moved her crosshairs onto a vehicle where she thought she saw some movement and pulled the trigger as a bullet rushed out of the barrel of her sniper rifle and smashed through the window of a car.

Summer jolted upright fast to her feet as she sprinted down the sidewalk, glancing over her shoulder.