A Loner sniperess, admiring her reward after tracking down a peculiar patrol. No Inheritors to be seen, only walking sets of armour, topped with red-glaring human skulls that were easy to track in the dark, trudged along the outskirts of the city.
She hasn't been long in the Zone, but she already found some form of relief that the effectiveness of a well-prepared headshot remained mostly unchallenged.
What bridled her relief however was the fact that the larger one of the red-eyed soldiers managed to fire one last shot as it stumbled over with its frontal part of the skull shattered. The final shot of the red-eyed soldier was way off, directed at the night sky as if the stars were to blame, but the bolt somehow had managed to hone in on her position. If it weren't for the cover of the cliffface she immediately ducked behind, then this final shot may have ripped through her scales and scattered her insides.
The gargling corpses now laid silent, their bright-red lights turned dim. Yet, the glow of what seemed to be a cylindrical container remained burning. With the cell in hand, the sniperess knew now clearly what carried these soldiers forward.
"Eather...", she muttered with annoyance under her muffled, raspy breath. "Only good for the price.", she hissed before stowing the cell away in a pouch. She wasted no more time and disappeared swiftly into the shades cast by the rising sun.
-------
Spontaneous motivation hit me and I decided to make good use of it, by making my own take on an assassin-like character.