The Prussian Marksmen lay down as their sighted their prey. The old Prime Minister of Hungary had come back, seemingly forgetting the results of his past heinous rule. The old solder peered down the scope of his AWP Redline (affectionately named "Schwarzer Regen" because he liked doing that) and sighted the man's head. "Take the shot." And in an instant he squeezed the trigger, feeling the weapon kick up into his hands and the beautiful ring .308 as it smashed into Beres' head, dealing about 450 damage. "Counter-Terrorists win." Smiling as he heard the affirmation of victory through his earpiece, he muttered to himself: "gg silver"