The sun was hot and the air was dry where Roland was laying, the shade from the rocks behind him was only thing keeping him cool for now. He was laying back taking a drink for a bottle when he head some fumiluar sound, explosives. The blast shook the ground and Roland quickly got to his feet and got his rifle ready, he could easily guess what was going on. There was a vault door just down the path he was walking and by leading over a ledge he saw five guys setting another charge on the door. It wouldn't take much more to pop it open, the built up air would blast the door right off like a pop bottle under presser.

Roland looked down the scope and settled on one man as the second blast went off, he fired, nailing the man in the head under the cover of the smoke. He waited for the dust to settle and aimed another shot at a guy starting to run inside the vault. The other three men went in before that and started opening fire inside. "Fuck" roland said as he shouldered his gun and pulled out a postal, he hurried down the slope knowing he had to help the people inside.