Read this tell me what the fuck you think about it.
First Blood:
Cyler's sapphire blue eyes looked into the scope of his sniper rifle. He lived in the town of Santa Lana. A town of scum and villainy. He was one of two protectors of the innocent. A vigilante. He wore a black leather jacket, blue jeans, black sneakers and black gloves. His brownish blackish hair fell into his sapphire blue eyes but this time it was kept up in a dark blue bandanna. He aimed his breathing slow and steady. He zoomed in 250X in his scope. He is hired by a secret company. He goes all across the world killing the enemies of the company he works for. He finger moved to the trigger. He cocked the gun and looked around to see how he could make this look like an accident like he was instructed. He looked around once more and found what he needed. A silenced bullet stuck and barrel marked oil it split out of the container. He cocked his gun and turned the scope to a man who was smoking. "Perfect." he whispered before shooting the rope that held a steel girder. The rope fraid and snapped. The girder tumbled to the right knocking the man clean off his feet only to be stabbed by a flagpole. Te smoker's cigarette tumbled to the ground where it light the oil. The barrel exploded and destroyed a steel girder making a piece of equipment fall and stab the man working the crane His job was done.