“The Italian Alps rise around her like the gods themselves, with white-peaked hair, reaching for the heavens. She is moving up, up, up, quickly, deftly. She’s sweating, panting, her legs burning. She’s wearing hiking boots, carrying a pack, a coil of brightly colored rope over her shoulder, a walking stick in one hand. She has a sling full of quickdraws and carabiners, nuts and cams. The blue tube of a CamelBak hydration system snakes over her shoulder strap. If someone saw her, they’d think she... was just some agro kid on a mission. A thrill seeker. A girl marching to the beat of her own drum. All of which are essentially true. But no one is around to see her. And besides, she is so much more than any of these things. She is also carrying ammo, a scope, and her sniper rifle, which is deadly from two miles. Her pack weighs 130 pounds, which equals her own weight. It’s nothing to her. She’s trained with more weight for longer periods on steeper grades. She is much more than a hiker: she’s an assassin, a dead-eye shot, a patient devil with a trigger finger.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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