This would not escape my mind for some reason…There's more to come, gonna be short though.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters...
He sat at his post atop of the building about a hundred and fifty yards or so away from the crime scene. He scowled as he was able to see his targets moving so freely around the body that was there, being absolutely oblivious to the fact he was watching them. It was a mixed feeling. He wanted them to know he was watching, but at the same time, he enjoyed having that power over them. He enjoyed feeling that control of stealth and the element of surprise was on his side. That was something he would forever be grateful for.
He looked through the scope of the semi automatic sniper rifle that was perched on the bipod in front of him. He could see several people moving about the crime scene, but he couldn't get a clear shot on the one person he wanted. They kept moving, and it was beginning to anger him. He put out his cigarette and gripped the rifle tighter, as if it were the blame that he couldn't get a decent angle.
He didn't know why he was doing this. Well, physically he knew why, it was for the money he had been promised if he could kill this specific person. He had hesitated at first, but eventually agreed after seeing the large sum of money that he had been offered. But emotionally, some part of him knew that was he was about to do was wrong. He knew that he shouldn't be the one to end a life of an innocent person. Hell, this person had never done anything to him, but being the assassin that he was, he had jumped at the offer of money, not caring about how innocent their life is.
Sighing, he almost decided to give up on his task, but he knew that the person he was doing business with wasn't going to be happy with him if he backed out of this assignment. That and the fact that he really needed the money. He looked through the scope once more hoping to get a better angle this time. Still no good. He was getting tired of waiting for a certain someone to move. It's almost as if they know he's there watching them.
He wondered if he could just take out the one in the way first, then go for the one he needed. It would be a lot easier, but it was also risky. What if their reflexes are faster than his and they are able to take cover before he could get his next shot off. The possibilities were endless, and it was a risk that he wasn't willing to take.
Time was running out, and he knew it. He knew that he was just going to have to take the shot soon, or else he was going to lose his chance. He put his gloved hand on the trigger and looked through the scope once more, praying that this time he would finally have the angle he needed so he could get the task over with.
Finally, he saw the angle that he needed. A shot to the heart would do it, and it would all be over. His heart was pounding in his ears as he shifted uncomfortably in his squat position. He all of a sudden really didn't want to do this. He didn't want to end a life anymore, no matter how badly he needed the money. But he had already made his promise, a promise that he couldn't back out of.
He could feel his palms starting to sweat through his gloves and his heart rate sped up even more. This was it, he was going to do it, and there was no turning back. Sweat accumulated on his brow as he got into position. The rifle had a silencer on it would only make a soft psst that he himself would barely be able to hear. ' Now or never' he thought to himself. He closed his eyes and squeezed the trigger immediately hearing that soft psst.
The muzzle velocity of his gun was 2,800 feet per second and he was roughly a good 450 feet away from his target. Approximately it would only take one sixth of a second for the bullet to reach its mark. His target would have had no time to get out of the way if they were aware of his presence.
Everything happened so fast. As soon as he pulled the trigger he immediately regretted it. He watched as not even a second after he pulled the trigger his target froze in step. They looked down at the new found wound in their chest and placed their hand over it. Soon after, he saw his target collapse, hand still covering the wound.
Many of those that were around rushed to their aid while others quickly scanned the rooftops looking for the threat, looking for him. He knew that they were never going to see him. He knew that he was going to get away with what he had just done, and he painfully regretted it. Part of him wished that they would see him, wished that they would come and take him away, but he knew that that wasn't going to happen.
He wasn't sure whether or not his target would live for he knew that his shot had been a little off, but he knew that their chances were slim. Because of him, and his desperate need for money, he had probably ended an innocent life. He knew that he would get his money, but he wasn't sure if he would ever forgive himself for what he had just done.
He watched as paramedics quickly loaded his target into the ambulance, and he wondered if they would even make it to the hospital. He silently hoped that they did for he didn't want to be responsible for doing such a thing, but again, he knew that their chances of survival were slim. Very few people got shot there and actually lived.
Glancing around the remaining crowded he noticed one person was more distressed than the others. This person was so distressed he knew they were on the verge of hysterics. He wondered why this person would care so much but then he realized that it was the person who was blocking his angle earlier. It was that same person that he had seen with his target so many times before. "They're partners." He said out loud to himself as guilt washed over him again.
He watched the person practically break down in front of a crowd of by standing people and his heart immediately broke for them. He had caused them pain. He felt like that he might have just killed another person that night, but in a different way. He had possibly taken a life that night, and ruined another, and for that, he would never forgive himself.
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