Curses from the beach echoed through the air.
"Son of a bitch! Who fired that shot?!"
"Shut the fuck up!"
"Fuck!"
...
In the silent night, the clamor, without exception, reached every ear.
Flossie Wright touched her nose.
The noisy squabble quickly faded, and the members of the Red Team lying in ambush on the beach seemed to realize that something was off. After a brief argument, they reached a tacit agreement and quieted down to wait for the enemy to show themselves.
But Glenn Hutchinson was acting alone and was unlikely to reveal himself easily.
So, after a pause, Glenn Hutchinson unexpectedly fired another shot.
One hundred percent hit rate.
"Motherfucker! Who's skulking around back there?!"
A string of profanities rang out.
Flossie shifted her gaze slightly towards Glenn Hutchinson, who was holding the sniper rifle.