> Line up your sights.
(From this post)
After weeks of reconnaissance, you finally found a pattern. Your target and her body guards always go to a particular club every Tuesday and Friday night at ten on the dot. They rotate routes to throw off any tails, but there are only so many routes and you've been patient.
Your goal is to only take out the body guards. Boss wants the lady alive. You thought of every way you could go about this. Take them down at close range? No. If you survived the scuffle with two big surly guys, the lady would kill you herself before you can say your own name.
No, you'd have to go about this a completely different way. You would have to be stealthy. It was only a few days ago that the solution came to you. It wasn't 100% certain to work, but it would be better than any other plan you've been able to come up with.
It's one hour till showtime. You check everything and make sure you're read to go. Your new sniper rifle is in place and loaded. Your side arms are both loaded and ready at your sides. Your M16 is loaded and on standby beside you. You've staked out a second floor room of an abandoned apartment along the determined route.
You stay low and keep watch for them through the scope. There's still plenty of time left.
It's finally around a quarter till and you look out. Around the furthest corner you see three shadowed figures. You peer through the scope and sure enough, it's them. You'll have to shoot fast to take them both out. One to take down the first guy, the next for the second guy when that split second of panic hits.
"They're here," you say into your phone. They make their way down the sidewalk. It's fairly uncrowded. You'd have to make sure not to hit an innocent. You ready your weapon. Aim carefully.
Fire.
"One." You say, pulling back the bolt handle. The cartridge is ejected. You caught the left guard directly between the eyes. He lies on the street, dead, in a growing pool of his own red blood. You smirk to yourself. A perfect shot.
Your next isn't so perfect. In the midst of the panic, the second guard not only moved out of the way at the last possible second, he's now got a hostage. Most of the pedestrians made a break for it at the first shot. Your second guy found one not so lucky to get away. He's using the person as a shield and firing in your general direction with his handgun. The lady has begun to run towards your position. It's a long road, however and you aren't too concerned with her just yet.
"Shit!" you spit, angered at your near miss. Your next shot finds it's mark in the man's elbow of the arms he's holding his hostage with. He yelps out in pain so loud, you can hear him from all the way down the road. He drops his gun, the fool, to clutch at his wound. You take this opportunity to finish him.
Fire.
"Twwo," you say stiffly. This was no time to congratulate yourself. The dame was still on the run and nearing the corner. You discharge as she rounds the corner and fire again. The shot hits the brick wall not even a foot from her face and she screeches to a halt. Exactly what you intended to do.
She tries to keep going but you fire another shot into the wall in front of her. Now she knows you're there and that it's in her best interest to stay where she is against the wall.
"She's all yours, Boss," you say into your phone and hang up.
