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|The Assassin (standard:Suspense, 453 words)|
|Author: Michael Lance Kersting||Added: Apr 17 2012||Views/Reads: 3577/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|The Assassin had a score to settle.|
The Assassin. The Assassin emerged from the roof door. He was tall, thin, with flowing black hair that hung to his shoulders. A hawk nose hung over his thin compressed lips and a pair of the coldest grey eyes searched the skies. He was carrying a specially made leather gun case in his bony right hand. After searching the skies for any helicopters, he walked easily to the edge of the roof that had a two feet tall blank wall. He stooped down and clicked open the guncase. He looked at his watch. It read 2:25. ‘Another few minutes to go before the head of state car come into view', he figured. He was a meticulous man, having gone over the site several times to note any flaws in the area. All panned out perfectly. He heard the sirens in the distance and tensed. He began assembling the high powered sniper weapon quickly, expertly. After loading it, he sighted the street below. He adjusted the focus and waited. The front police car appeared, its siren blaring. It was followed by six outriders on motor cycles, three on each side of the limousine. The Assassin took in a deep breath. Finger on trigger. Cheek to stock. Eye to scope. Crosshair direct on target's head that shadowed in the vehicle Taking in a deep breath, he said, "this is for my son, you bloody butcher." He thought of his only son who had died on the battlefield in the Middle East. As tears flowed from his eyes He squeezed the trigger. “Bastard !”he thought bitterly. He saw the vehicle swerved into the crowd. Getting up quickly, he disassembled the weapon and replaced the components in the guncase then headed back through the roof door. Descending a short flight of steps, he walked briskly into a corridor. Boarding the elevator, he pressed the ground floor button . The elevator's doors opened into the almost empty lobby and walked across to the parking lot, where he got into his car and drove off. Later, at his apartment, the assassin sat before the TV and watched a replay broadcast of the event on the six o'clock news. Suddenly, he bolted upright in his seat, and couldn't believe his eyes, for there before him, was the Head of State, visibly shaken, emerging from the police car that rode BEHIND the official visitor's Limousine. He couldn't help smiling at the trick, "Yes.' he concluded wryly, "Those security dicks are good. The bloody Devil sure takes care of his own, but it wouldn't be my last” he swore bitterly. He got up and turns off the TV set. He later learned that a dummy took the bullet in the state car. Tweet
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