Dreamscape: Hunter Killer

"Somehow in my quiet contemplation, I drifted into slumber. Next thing I knew, I was running for cover in a Florida marsh. My heart pounded in my chest as I ducked behind a cluster of tall reeds, my breath coming in short, frantic gasps. Then, I spotted him—a mercenary clad in sleek, futuristic blue body armor. I froze, certain he was here for me. But he turned his cyberized gaze toward me and, in a calm, muffled voice, said, 'You're good.' Relief washed over me, but I was confused when I noticed the mercenary's movements were erratic, glitching and spazzing out. It was like he was out of sync with reality, a flickering image from another timeline. Suddenly, a blinding light flashed. I squinted, making out the silhouette of a man—one of the wanted gang leaders we were hunting. Before I could even react, the mercenary, who called himself Hunter Killer, moved with inhuman speed. In mere milliseconds, he raised his sniper rifle and fired.

I'm going to target practice later."