Civillian Bay A-1
Shaanti nodded, and immediately turned on his heel and took off at a good clip. Time was of the essence. The sooner he got to a vantage point, the sooner he could begin watching, and the less time the targets would have to disappear.
His mind raced as he began to remember his training. He spotted a building that stood taller than the others, and was situated at a point where several major thoroughfares intersected, allowing him multiple lines of sight. He sprinted through the front doors, giving the receptionists quite the shock. Who wouldn't be shocked to see a heavily-armed behemoth burst in?
"Astral Vanguard." he announced calmly. "What is the fastest way to ascend to the roof?"
The small woman behind the desk timidly pointed a finger to the elevators off to the side.
"Thank you." said Shaanti quietly before sprinting off again. The elevator doors opened, and he cut in front of a small group of people that were attempting to step into it. They didn't seem to mind. The doors shut, and Shaanti raced towards the roof. When the doors opened again, he stepped out and glanced around for a set of stairs. They were to his left.
Rooftop
Shaanti burst through the door, instantly being hit with artificial sunlight and wind. Jogging to the edge, he took a comfortable sitting position that would allow him to better steady the weapon while resting. He began the process of tactical breathing to steady himself after his mildly-strenuous run.
With his left hand, he quickly made a few minor adjustments to his scope's range, setting it at five hundred yards. Then, he began scanning the throngs of civilians below. He enjoyed this part of his job- being the unseen guardian. If he were to kill one of the intruders from his nest, the target would never see it coming, and the citizens below would never know the face of their savior, only his deed. Then, Shaanti would vanish, his mission completed, the peace restored.
"In position." he informed his new allies below. He had joined the Vanguard in hopes of finding his true calling, but he'd never imagined he would fight alongside the Setareh. He began his search by establishing a baseline for civilian activity.
Laughing, talking, strolling along with their head in the clouds. Some looked slightly distressed, having obviously caught wind of the chaos out in the void.
That was his baseline. Next, the sniper began searching for individuals who deviated from the baseline.
They most likely would be walking briskly, with purpose. Their facial expressions would show intense focus, as if they knew they were being hunted. They would check over their shoulder frequently, maybe make hushed communications via electronic means to their comrades to relay information. Unless, of course, these intruders were skilled at blending. Then, he'd have to look for minute details. If they hadn't split up, they would be walking in covert formation, which gave the appearance of a group of friends out for a stroll, yet gave ample opportunity to break and engage hostiles. They wouldn't turn their heads. Instead, they would merely turn their eyes, using mirrors and other discreet means to stay aware of their surroundings.
Now commenced the intense game of predator and prey, in which the prey tried its damnedest to fool the predator, and the predator had to use his wits to see through the illusion.