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Prologue

Hawk

Eyes on the target.

Always.

I don't have to watch my back because Rae has it.

Always.

Sniper and spotter.

Two best friends since the seventh grade.

"Target is heavily secured. On my command," Gunny says in my earpiece.

I blink but don't move from my position. I'm ready to put the 7.26 by 51 mm bullet in the skull of the Crown Prince's most trusted advisor, Yoo Ha Rin. A man whose ties with Kim Hyuk are so thick you'd need a chainsaw to cut through them. My target is enemy number two under Hyuk. A traitor to the Crown Prince of Seoul. On the south Korea' and my own personal radar.

But the fucker is always hiding behind a wall of men. Armed and dangerous men. Five times over the past week, I've had eyes on the coward but have been told to stand down. The shot has to hit and eliminate the desired target. Injuring him would be considered a failure. Ha Rin has to die.

"That motherfucker hides behind the big guy every time. If we had the time, we could take out both. No sweat off my goddamn brow," Rae murmurs. He chews on his gum but wisely remains quiet. The constant sound of his chewing is what helps keep me grounded. I can focus because of its consistent smack-a little trick we learned at the academy we both attended in high school. A year after graduation, and we still work better as a team than apart.

Smack. Smack. Smack.

I'm in position and have been for the past four and a half hours, long before people arrived for the ceremony where the Crown Prince is speaking. I've already established a good shooting position. Flat on my belly with my rifle pointed downrange at my target, I'm sighted in and ready to fire.

Smack. Smack. Smack.

A cool breeze skitters across the back of my neck. Sweat is trickling down the side of my temple, but I don't dare move. Instead, I'm calculating the wind not just up here from my position on the top of an abandoned building, but also where my target is. The wind causes the black hair of a teen girl sitting on one of the chairs to slip from her hoodie and blow in the wind. She's not just any girl-she's the sixteen-year-old daughter of the Crown Prince. Despite Ha Rin being a pussy who hides behind the security, his eyes never leave the Crown Prince's daughter. Lia. Pretty, young, vulnerable. Ha Rin clearly cares for her, and that's saying something for the selfish prick.

Click.

I make an adjustment to the windage turret.

"Elevation?" Rae questions as if I'd forget. I never forget.

I double check the elevation turret, but it's where it needs to be. Rae doesn't require an answer. He knows how we work. When I'm in position, I don't speak. I don't move. I hardly fucking breathe. Any movement could affect my shot. I'm the best goddamned sniper the Marine Corp has for a reason.

Smack. Smack. Smack.

The wind dies down, and I ignore the ache in my thighs. I have to piss but I'd just as soon take a leak in my pants before I moved. From my position on my belly with my legs spread apart to absorb the recoil of my shot, I always become uncomfortable.

And yet, I still don't move.

Smack. Smack. Smack.

My thighs tingle and my shoulders ache, but I tune it out.

Focus.

Smack. Smack. Smack.

"Ceremony begins at thirteen hundred hours," Gunny reminds us all. "Nobody blinks until I say they can." The dig is at me. Gunny hates that I came straight from the academy and earned myself a Lance Corporal position despite being eighteen. I've since been promoted to an E-5 Sergeant at the young age of nineteen. I'm disciplined, hard-working, and an extremely skilled sniper thanks to Dad's insistence I attend military school at Hargrave Military Academy since I was thirteen. Gunny can kiss my ass.