Author's Note: Hello all first fanfic for me and it's a Burn Notice one!!! Yays!!
This takes place in season 2 (For those who might be a little lost.) Sorry if its vague but I had this for a while and thought I should get it posted already. Any enough of my ramblings. To the story!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own Burn Notice or crossword puzzles
Crosswords
The pieces were set in place. The gun was loaded, safety released, scope set on the target. In the crouched position he focused the target once more. Caucasian female early 30s, about 5' 6" dirty blonde hair. She was sitting outside a restaurant holding a news paper.
A light breeze graced the air around him. The hairs over his body perked up. His blood was pounding through his veins. The suspense building within; pressure rising with each passing second. He placed his finger on the trigger as he gazes at his target.
She placed the news paper on the table and went to take a sip from her drink. Bang a shot rang out. Screams filled the air as people ran for cover. Some people realize that there was only one dead. The woman at the restaurant sitting outside. She was knocked back by the force of the shot. Her lips were parted slightly. Eyes open wide as blood, from the bullet hole between her eyes, slides down her face. He eases back from his crouched position and gazes airily at his work.
A small smirk graces his lips. People soon gather around the dead body. It would take a while for the Miami police to arrive but that was part of his plan. A large crowd was around her. Some were taking pictures. He went to the table where she sat at and quickly swapped the newspapers and as quickly as he came he disappeared from the scene.
Alone he looked at the page of the news paper he grabbed from the dead woman's table and smiled. "Old habits die hard" His smile faded to a stoic expression. He took the paper and tucked it under his arm. His cell rang. "Yeah its done be there with money" and he hung up.
He walked over to his black '76 Mustang and threw the newspaper in to the passenger seat put his shades on and sped away. The wind blew on his face and on the newspaper but the paper always returned to its original page. The crosswords.