Max parked her Ninja a block away from the address. She crept carefully and quietly through people's backyards and short alleyways until she reached the house. She looked through the downstairs windows and then went around to the back door. Just as she was about to pick the lock, she remembered something.
The sniper always shot from across the street.
Revising her plan, she crept away from the backdoor and darted across the street in a blur. She picked the lock to the house across the street and let herself in, closing the door silently behind her. She crept through the house quietly as she looked for the room the sniper would use as his vantage point. After figuring out trajectories and paths the bullet could travel, she settled on the first door to her right. She opened the door slowly in case it was a bedroom. It was, and the small boy was still sound asleep. Unsure of how everything would work out, Max slipped into the room and closed the door behind her.
Instantly, something wet and cold slapped over her mouth and nose. She breathed in and realized her mistake. Chloroform. She managed to push away from the attacker, but it didn't do much good. She stumbled over a toy train and fell to the ground. She had managed to shake off most of the effects of the chloroform, but her vision was still blurry. As she tried to stand, her attacker kicked her back down and jabbed a needle into her arm. She broke away from him and pulled the needle from her arm. Now desperate to get out of the situation, she got to her feet again and went for the door, but lost consciousness before she did and dropped to the floor.
He shook his head and looked down at the girl on the floor. He decided to deal with her later and went to the end of the bed, where his briefcase was resting. He set it on the bed and opened it. He threw a quick glance at the boy and was relieved to see his chest rise and fall slowly. The drugs would have the child knocked out for some time.
If it isn't part of the objective, leave it as relatively untouched as possible. He thought as he assembled his rifle. He looked over his work, then smiled to himself and pressed the 'play' button on the small cassette player in his briefcase. He stood by the window, waiting patiently. It had taken longer than he would have liked for the man's wife to step out of his line of fire and for the man to walk into it.
He took his shot and waited. He saw the bullet tear through the man and cursed. It was a gut shot and the man would not be immediately dead. Shaking his head, he realigned the rifle and waited for the wife to step into the line of fire. He couldn't let her get to a phone and call an ambulance. Now neither of the pair could live. As she stood over her husband, he took the shot.
Now satisfied, he pulled away from the window and went back to the bed. He took the rifle apart expertly and placed all the pieces in their proper places, then shut off the cassette player. He shut the briefcase and placed his hat on his head. He took the briefcase with his left hand, then went over to the girl. Knowing that he couldn't leave her (leaving her would mean leaving questions), he gathered her up with his right hand and threw her over his right shoulder, then left the house.
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Logan pulled onto the street and scanned the area for Max's bike. Seeing no trace of her, he stopped and waited. It didn't take long for him to see some action. He saw a man leave the house across from Andrew's, carrying a briefcase and a woman over his shoulders. As the man walked down the street toward a car, Logan could see that the woman was Max. Rather than blow his cover and position, Logan waited. He watched the man place Max in the car and then sit in the driver's seat.
When the car drove off, Logan followed.