Cross needs a gun.

Surprise was a beautiful thing, as the skilled soldier demonstrated, slipping behind the sniper. One hand cupped his mouth to stifle the scream, the other brought his combat knife across his throat, ending his pathetic life.

While surprise had its advantages, the moment it was lost, a gun would be necessary. Picking up the sniper rifle he slung it over his shoulder, before dragging the body to the side, and burying it beneath some debris. The smell would alert someone eventually, but for now, it would give him time, to get better Intel on the situation.

Heading deeper into the twisted maze, he saw two more bandits posted in an alley up ahead of him. Both of them were women, one had a revolver on her hip, the other an **** rifle on her shoulder. Both were beautiful with large breasts, the revolver had long red hair, in a pony tail, the **** rifle had long black hair, hanging loose.

This posed a difficult question. If he could take one or both alive, he could learn more. But subduing both with a sniper rifle and a knife could be problematic. If he killed one, he could take the other hostage. The rifle would make a lot of noise, the knife could be risky. Perhaps it was best to just avoid the two altogether.