"They Didn’t Know She Was a Sniper — Until 8 Targets Dropped in 15 Minutes" Lena Torren was twenty-seven, barely five-foot-four in her boots, a hundred and twenty pounds with her rifle slung across her shoulder. Her dark hair was tied back in a regulation bun, her expression unreadable. The September heat shimmered over the sand outside the plywood operations shack, the kind that melted metal and choked lungs. For six months, she’d served as the designated marksman for 3rd Battalion, 5th Marines