Chapter One: Enter, "The Sniper"

Note: This is a story with only original characters, this is due to the fact I am unable to copy someone's personality, which is also why I have removed other writings. End Note.

A group of terrorists and a traitorous U.S. president named Chavez were meeting in an old bombed out church. The city they met in was the most recent terrorist strike within the U.S. The city was now a deserted bombed out land. It stood as a hide out for the Taliban's hidden base in the United States. There was fighting between forces on a constant clock due to U.S. troops trying to gain control of the once beautiful city. The meeting was started as they all moved to the table set at the middle of the building.

Meanwhile, a mile away, a man sat in a hole of the face of the clock tower. The tower had been hit less than the church had and still had its walls standing. That didn't say anything about the roof and the light pelting of rain fell on the floor behind the man. He looked back at the entrance to the tower and then to his small shield from the rain before lighting a cigarette. He wore a bullet proof uniform with urban night camouflage due to the semi-regular patrols of terrorists. He then made sure his custom automatic pistol was fully loaded in case the shots brought in an unwanted crowd. He then made sure his knife was secured to his boot and the two M67s were still tightly held to his vest. He examined the rooftops between him and his targets through his tactical sunglasses and placed a finger to his ear, activating his communication unit. "How's the meeting look on the sat?" The man's voice came out calm and quiet in the cold air.

"They should be in view of your scope," a familiar and kind female voice said. "Take the shots and get out of there before you miss the chance and cancel the contract." The man looked at his watch and took his hand from his communication unit.

"Eleven p.m. twenty three hundred hours," he then lifted his black M87ELR and looked through its custom high range scope. When he had it fully focused he could see the two targets sitting across from each other and the terrorists standing guard on the edge of the room. The targets were the President and the Taliban leader, Jamone. The U.S. Homeland Security gave the contract to kill both the President and Jamone. It was a simple thing. The man lined up his shot on Jamone, if all went right; the terrorists would kill Chavez thinking he set it up. He was aiming at the back of Jamone's head but knew the shot would leave his signature. When he was finally sure he had the shot he lightly squeezed the trigger. The recoiled of the rifle caused the man no harm and he put out his cigarette and picked up the shell. The bullet struck and was followed two second later by the sound. As h drew his pistol and fled out onto the roof ten feet below him. He landed on the angled roof and slide down to the edge where he jumped to the wall opposite. He then slide down the wall and jumped to a balcony of the building opposite. He then ran along the balconies and jumped to the next building 15 feet below. Rolling to avoid injury he ran along the edge of the building and jumped to the roof ten feet below him. Then he proceeded to jump into and ally and roll before running down the alley. He slowed to a wake as a black hummer came into view, hidden behind a dumpster. He checked the license plate and read 'SLNTFATE', Silent Fate. He popped the hatch on the back and removed his weapons and armor. This reduced him to a black suit with a white under shirt and red tie. He got into the driver seat and started the engine. The custom made engine came to life with such silence a mouse would envy and without a sound, the hitman crept out of the city and drove back to base.

A war can happen at the same time as another and can lead to another. Hitmen find most of their profits from this these times and will work for either or both sides depending on the reward. This hitman has an issue though. He is on the winning side of a war and gets sucked into another world. Here he finds himself different from before and surrounded by strange creatures. He is thrust into the losing side and must help win their war while he makes new allies and learns to control his newfound abilities. He must get home but the only way to do so is to the war, what's worse yet, He ain't getting paid.

Welcome to the Dragon Realms

Note: I hope I can do better with this story than I did with the others I wrote, or at least tried to write. Well I sign off for now. May you have a great day and may the stars shine on you while your fortune is bred with good.

Miller Out. End Note.