A/N
This is a fanfiction i have published on other sites, to a so far good response. So i've decided to post it here as well. PLEASE R&R as every person that comments inspires me to write the next chapter and every chapter written is another step closer to completion!
2nd A/N
There will be death in this story so i warn you now!

DISCLAIMER!!
I do not own Bones nor it charactors...sadly, but i DO own the plot of the story as well as the charactors I invent.

ENJOY!!

Prologue

December 19th – Albany, New York State.

He sat in the back of his van. Glancing out the small peep-hole he had carved into the side. He looked up and down the crowded high street.

"Which of you lovely ladies shall join me?" he breathed softly.

He sat there alone, in silence for several hours before he chose his target. A lady was walking down the street carrying three Christmas shopping bags in her hands as well as the four or five her husband had. He could see two children, a young girl and teenage boy, just ahead of them. He looked through his scope and chuckled,

"A baby on your bosom. Good."

He moved the cross-hair of the rifle on the ladies head. He followed her, waiting for his trademark shot. The shot he'd used in 49 other snipes to this date. Straight between the eyes. He kept his eyes peeled in the shop and waited.

After twenty minutes there she was. His eye pressed against the scope of his modified M-40 rifle. At that second she turned and unknowingly faced her killed. He had a split second to aim and fire. He did it with perfect accuracy.

The women fell to the floor stone dead, the cries of her kids and husband were almost drowned out by the baby. Chuckling he crept into the cap of his van, leaving the rifle in the back, and drove off. but no before leaving a business card on the floor:

The States Watchman

Removing those who are deemed

unworthy of being American.

50.

"They can't find me. I'm too damn good. By the time they link this crime to the rest I'll be on my next mission, and out of this country. Come and get me."

Twenty Minutes Special Agent Seeley Booth was on in the office of his boss being informed of the 50th States Watchman murder. That made 50 murders in 50 states.

"Surly we have top catch him now. they place he can go is out the country... Lord help me catch him."