Having a great time catching up with friends at Thrillerfest X. So glad to see Alan Turkus and all the gang from Thomas & Mercer! Great conference!!
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Looking through the optic, you see everything.
The convergence of the crosshairs is absolute truth, life and death on your fingertip.
You see some gray in the man’s eyebrows and his eyes are blue with a trace of hazel at the edges. Does he have a wife? Children? Your mind screams with doubt, but you flip a mental switch, severing the indecision.
After inhaling a deep breath, you blow half of it out, and gradually increase the pull on the trigger.
Time expands. Then freezes.
The rifle bucks.
All of your senses are hammered, worst of all your ears. It’s much worse for the man on the other end.
The report crackles off the surrounding buildings, then goes quiet. You don’t want to look, but you must.
As if merely passed out from a drunken stupor, the man is slumped in the chair. His arms are limp, but his lips are still moving.
Is he praying or cursing?
It doesn’t matter.
The job is done.
It’s time to go. . .
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