The assassin unhitched his binoculars from his belt and raised it to eye level. No one had left or entered the building where the target was suspected to be. He sighed and shifted his legs. Suddenly, the building exploded, and a figure emerged from the smoke and rubble.
He zoomed in with his electronic high-tech binoculars. He looked at the photo he had been given. It was the target. The assassin put down his binoculars and lifted his sniper.
"This," he said aloud to himself, "Will pay for my credit card debt." He smiled. The thought of Jorge giving him a black case of money clouded his mind. He stared off into the distance, and then, realizing he was letting the time slip away, snapped back into reality.
He peered through the scope of the sniper. The target had almost reached his car. He aimed it at the target with remarkable precision. He grinned, and then pulled the trigger.