Sergeant David Woking perched in his sniper’s nest. He peered through his sights as an S.S. officer’s Totenkopft glinted in the dappled sunlight. His finger tensed and the Nazi tasted lead.
Despite David’s immense skill as a marksman, his arrogant C.O. Major George Smith and his crony, Lieutenant Digby Clark, had a low opinion of David and snipers in general.
But in the face of some mysterious deaths, they would soon come to fear The Sniper.