Mm... [They're always inventing better and more efficient ways of killing each other. John hunkers down into a comfortable position he can hold for several hours if he needs to. With any luck, they won't need to wait that long for prey to appear. The rest of the world begins to fade out as John focuses in on the task, methodically sweeping his view over the far shore. He's alert to any sounds immediately around him, but Bucky is categorized as 'safe' and the rest of the noise--branches creaking, the wind, the sounds of nature--is tuned to something lower in his head.
The only thing that matters now is the sound and sight of what he's hunting.]
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The only thing that matters now is the sound and sight of what he's hunting.]