This is one that occurred to me as I was wondering about different possibilities for ending the Pelant issue once and for all. In this one the framing of Bones had been exposed rather quickly and she had no need to leave. I hope you enjoy this one. Gregg.
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"Range?"
"1,935 meters."
"Wind?"
"North by Northwest, 5 mph."
The shooter did the mental calculations and made minute alterations to the scope. He sighted in and had a definite kill shot. As he did so, he thought to how he came to be doing this.
"He's in a non-extradition country," Deputy Director Cullen said to Booth. "He slipped through the radar."
"Damn it!" Booth swore loudly. He thought of the Hell that the team had had to go through in order to clear Bones of any suspicion and place the murder, and the previous ones, squarely on Pelant.
Cullen looked at his best Agent and gave this some serious thought before saying this. In the end he decided that the bastard deserved to rot in Hell for all he'd done, and Booth was the one to send him there.
"Special Agent Booth, I am hereby placing you on paid leave," he told him. He opened a drawer and took out some papers. "Here is a special security passport in case you decide to take your leave outside the country. I will also sign you out a sniper rifle so you can reup your annual quals."
Booth did a double take. He looked at Cullen carefully, and saw the unspoken orders. Totally off the books. Black ops time. Not something that the FBI should be engaging in, but this was personal and Cullen was telling him that this was going to be dealt with in house. He reached over and took the passport and paperwork for the rifle.
"I understand, Sir," he said finally. He stood up and made his way to the door.
"Booth."
Booth turned and looked at his Boss.
"You didn't hear this from me, but get this Son-of-a-Bitch," Cullen gave him a hard stare. "That murderous bastard doesn't deserve to breathe the same air as everyone else in this world."
"Yes, Sir," Booth said and left the office.
"Clear to take the shot?"
"Clear."
Booth took a calming breath and lightly squeezed the trigger. The shot sounded like a dull thud as the silencer muffled the blast and Booth stayed looking through the scope and watched as the back of Pelant's head exploded outward, the bullet having shot right between the eyes and almost entirely disintegrated his brain and the remainder splattering on the wall behind him.
"Target eliminated."
Booth sighed. He silently broke down the weapon and methodically placed it in the carry case. He stood and looked down at his spotter.
"Let's go home, Bones," he told her, holding out his hand. "Our daughter needs her parents."
They walked silently away through the dense forest cover to the vehicle that would take them back to the capitol city and the airport. The nightmare was finally over. For the first time Seeley Booth felt no remorse over having taken out a target.
A/N: I wanted a short endgame for this Pelant issue, but also a fix for the whole Bones going on the run issue so that that part never happened. I hope you enjoyed this one. Gregg.