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[div style="margin: auto; width: 50%; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify;"]after scarecrow stepped down, markov had let up quite a bit on the stalking. he hadn't completely stopped, but he wasn't spending every waking moment on it.. besides, its not like his contractor would know, right? he was spending his time on much more important things, like mapping the territory, finding the best sniping spots, finding places to build potential sniper spots, planning traps, things like that. markov had a lot of enemies, and he wanted the lodge to have the upper hand.

so, he had gone down into the little town just below the mountain with a sled hooked to his belt and a rope wrapped around his shoulder. he had searched all day for wooden planks, nails, bullets, just general things he may need. he set them up on the sled, tied what he couldn't carry down and headed back to the lodge.

he had climbed onto the lodge roof, brushed off as much snow as he could and then started on his little spot- it wouldn't he big, just large enough to sit on, and have little stepping planks along the roof. it took a good portion of the night, but by morning, he had built it, a small spot, his gun set up as he lay in position, aiming towards the town on the highest power scope he had, and just surveyed the area for anything out of place. of course, if edward wanted him to take it all down, he would, but he'd just find a new place to build it back up.. it'd just take a little more planning.

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Edward oftentimes went to the cozy little lodge, the original home of Flintlock, when he wanted to get a little bit of cozy quiet time. His feet crunched through the slight snow, green eyes flicking up to a strange figure that rested on the roof. The newer member, Markov. Edward's hands were shoved in his pockets, and with a calm tilt of his head forward, he questioned. "What are you doing?" It looked like Markov had formed a sniper spot - Edward didn't exactly mind, but he wanted to know why. If anyone ended up sniped, Edward's eyes would be on Markov.

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[div style="margin: auto; width: 50%; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify;"]markov was a very simple man, he didn’t care about much, but when he did, he stuck with it until the thing he cared for was dead or destroyed. right now, he cared about the lodge and edward- the only reason being is hat this was the only place keeping him alive. he was determined to protect it, just as it was protecting him.

as he heard a voice, he would look down and nod to edward. “the lodge is weak.” he called down, pulling himself to sit up right and cleared his throat softly. he began to take each part of his gun down that could be brought down- it was obvious he has nailed the stand into the boards, making it a quick and easy prep thing. “no guards, no snipers.. well.. one guard, one sniper. there is no difference.” he explained, pointing to himself. “we are easy targets, so.. i made plans.”