CYOA #1: Professional Standards - Page 3

[zorkfox]

Only an idiot sets himself up by the window where any bloke walking his dog along the street might see the muzzle of a high-powered rifle poking through a hole in the glass. As a professional, I leave as few things to chance as possible. I have my sites adjusted for the wind, the speed and direction of which are fed to me constantly by a small anemometer on the roof. My scope is out of sight of any bright sources of light that might cause a reflection visible to any eagle-eyed security guards. I packed as light as possible for the job and all my non-essentials are already stowed for a quick egress.

06:24: No sign of the sedan yet.

06:25: A flicker of movement on the far side of the river. Check the spotter binoculars for confirmation: can't make out the plates yet, but make, model, and color are correct.

06:27: Plates confirmed. Silhouette of the driver is visible through the windshield, thanks to his direction of travel.

Eye to the scope of my rifle, I wedge the butt under my cheekbone and angle it into position for the shot. The bipod attached to the weapon prevents me from getting too far off center of the circle I cut in the window last night.

The sedan enters the kill zone.

The hair on the back of my neck stands up.

• Shoot! —turn to page 15.
• Something's fisy —turn to page 5.

Don't read in order or this story won't make any sense. Start with page 1.