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The Black List: The Sniper

Synopsis: I do not own this work, all rights go to their respective creators, I only own the OC. , English is not my native language nor is it a language I master, I write on my cell phone. The usual MC dies and is reborn in the world of Blacklist mixed with The shooter, MC dies and reincarnates as Bob Lee Swagger's older brother, it's a mixture of two worlds, it doesn't contain information from the book only from the TV series. PS: This is my first work, I'm using translator to write, I hope you give this fic a chance if you're a fan of these two TV series, reviews are welcome both negative and positive (call garbage is not criticism if it's to belittle it's better not arrive).

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Specialized Training Center, and First Mission!

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After arriving in Washington I had to introduce myself to the head of the academy, his name is Alan Fitch, he is an American war hero, publicly recognized, in the future he will be vice president of the clandestine service, now he is just a middle manager that runs this school.

After chatting for a bit, he asked me which course I was taking, I already had something in mind for the future, so I opted for intensive combat and leadership training.

The camp is fine, everything is going well, I met some interesting people, two women, a nurse, and a nuclear physicist, I know who they are, they appeared on the program, I don't want to get close, but we are in the same classes, which are shooting, armed combat, operations course, information extraction course, torture resistance course and many others.

It's been a week now, and I'm the best student in the academy, very advanced in all subjects and mostly great in combat, I was assigned to be the assistant shooting teacher, the guy is a sniper who is in the top three I think he was the one who taught Bob Lee.

(time jumps 2 years)

It's been two years, and it's already 1997, this year Raymond Reddington appeared, he partnered with a gun kingpin named Werner von Hauser, this is public news, nobody knows about him, what is known is that he made this deal and is considered one of the greatest partnerships the underworld has seen this century.

I'm doing well, my unit has been formed and we are heading to a conflict region in Iraq, we are from Unit 157 a tactical team, although we are a formed team this year we had a high success rate and everyone is a veteran except me and Francesca Campbell, Frankie.

We're acquaintances from the same field, and it turned out we were in the same unit, so here we are friends and partners, I'm a second lieutenant and she's a warrant officer.

Our mission is to investigate and, if necessary, intercept the shipment of weapons, we are currently on a plane, heading to the location of the complaint.

Arriving there, we were amazed, the soldiers were all dead, there was nothing to tell the story, on the ground the bodies were organizing themselves in a way, which formed a symbol, and the symbol of Al-Qaeda, the bodies were the symbol of resistance and the blood was taken with the bible with the weapons around.

As the soldiers were long dead, the captain couldn't track them down, but I did, I saw everything, I know everything that happened here, the rebels were hiding, the convoy passed and they blew up the front car with a rocket, then they stopped the truck with the load, killed everyone under heavy fire and took the load, it didn't take even an hour.

That was specialist work.

(Enemies knew the route and armed everything, soldiers didn't last even an hour, captain this was the work of a specialist with US government contacts, they have one inside.) I told the captain, the captain looked at me and asked.

(Soldier Bell, how do you know all this? and how can you be so sure? Not even I, who have always been trained in tracking, can understand everything that has happened here!) Captain Blazer says to me with a dubious look.

(I know because the location tells me that, for example. The enemy launched the rocket from the right side, in that direction, by the way, the armored car fell to the right, leaning. The enemies came first from the left because the blood Is drier on that side, and to the right, past the front and finally behind when the soldiers were retreating, you see captain, here the blood is fresher.)

(I see, that's true. I didn't realize, I was more focused on bodies, where did you learn the art of tracking? Don't you have any of that on your résumé?), Cap. Blazer asks, impressed.

(Captain, I learned from my father, he was a marine, then he had a knee disability and had to retire, so we were going to hunt he taught me to track, after that I lost all my family, because I don't want to stay under the care of the government I lived in the forest for three years, and if I didn't catch anything I would starve to death. Nothing is more exhilarating than putting your life on the line, you learn anything.) I said, half true and half a lie, a very detailed explanation without getting in touch with my personal life and he won't be impolite asking for the details.

(So ​​soldier, do you know where the rebels went?)

(Yes, they went north, about four hours ago, that's 25 people, as those footprints are gone, I can't say if they're armed or not, but that's irrelevant, they stole a shipment of military weapons.)

(Yes, the situation turned out to be three times worse than estimated, if this load is not recovered, we will have enormous pressure from superiors!)

(Captain, do you think we should report now, or take the rebels' hideout first, they shouldn't be too far away!) Frankie asks, the more we talk, the more distance the enemies put in front of us.

(No! Let's talk directly to the operations center and wait for orders, our mission was to track and or intercept the contraband, this is something far beyond our post!) Captain Blazer says firmly, the protocol was clear to everyone.

(YES, SIR CAPTAIN!) Everyone says it at the same time!

After passing on the information, our mission changed, it is to track or intercept the stolen shipment, I was in charge of tracking together with the captain, I am also responsible for intercepting and reporting mission intelligence.

After a few hours of work I managed to find the enemy base, it is in a cave near a small town, next to an American army outpost, before reporting the mission, I see the rebel soldiers preparing to leave, they are heavily armed, with Load weapons vehicles with point thirty to fifty, they are about to leave and it looks like they are going to attack the city ahead.

Captain the command center says reinforcements will arrive in 4 hours, they can't send people from the outpost upfront because it's a clandestine outpost.

I have a plan Captain, looking at the map, and where we are this plan could work, it's kind of crazy but if it works we can save the city.

(The plan is simple, I'm going to get my Rifle and with Frankie's help, I'm going to shoot the rebel leaders, you guys stay here and take the charge after the charge is removed we'll use the ammunition to rain fire on the rebels , from the highest point, right here.

We can delay them, it's only 4 hours, I can do it, did you see my resume captain! give me this opportunity, or no one in town will survive!) I say while pointing at the map with determination, with this pressure I will explode my full potential, much better than a testing ground is just the battle compound.

(You're crazy Private Bell! And I'm crazier than you, sending my men on a near-suicide mission. Because I know what you say is right, I honestly don't want to approve this plan, but it's the only viable plan, terrain conditions are at our disposal The captain looks at the map silently for a few seconds after this statement.

(All bets are on the table, soldier Bell we're counting on you the lives of hundreds are in your hands, let's get moving!!)

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