"Lieutenant!"
"Second Lieutenant Hawkeye!"
"Lieutenant Hawkeye!"
"Hawkeye! Do you have eyes?"
Riza tried to respond, pushing through the hundreds of people gathered for the ceremony. The promotion. A speech was being given, it was the perfect opportunity for an assassination attempt on the new Brigadier General's life…
The man charged the rifle he held in his hands, leaning over the square in Central City was hot and muggy. All in black, hiding in the shadows, the only thing to identify him being there was the nose of the rifle sticking an inch out into the sun. He focused his site on a disturbance in the crowds. Someone was running. A woman.
His eyes widened a fraction. Shit. They'd figured it out. He knew they were bound to figure it out, but he didn't think that they'd be able to respond this fast. His time was now. He lifted the rifle to his eyes, balanced expertly on his shoulder and aimed at his target. A black haired man, with eyes to match.