Van considered it, cradling his sniper rifle like a baby in his arms. Then he nodded. "I'll take the catwalk there," he stated, indicating an accessway about halfway up the crane's structure. "It gives me cover plus a three-sixty degree field of view." He squinted his eyes, estimating distance. "About sixty meters to ground zero, give or take." He smiled. "From that range, you tell me which eyebrow hair you want me to hit."