The Outcasts

All here are outcasts destined to wander the dark,

Their enemies know and fear the sight of their mark.

The Sniper searches with his sacred round,

He hides in shadows to lay you in the ground.

The Grenadier pulls the pin and throws,

Where it bounces and lands only he knows.

The Bombardier searches with rockets lit,

He is looking for the vehicle where you sit.

The Hunter is ready with shotgun at his side,

He sneaks through rooms and uses the dark to hide.