The three looked out at the ravaging battle beneath them. They were winning the battle. They had gotten themselves onto the rooftops. They were safe, unless they fell off. The enemy had not noticed them yet, and if they did, they cannot do anything, it was too risky for them. The three were enjoying it, nothing to hard, just camping and sniping with the weapons they had. "Took out another three," one said. "Time's running out," another said. He was right. The battle had finished. "Time to go," said the last. The tanks were gone. Who knows where they went. Word count: 100