I was in an abandoned building scheduled for remodeling and I was looking through the scope of a Barrett M82. It was a beautiful rifle and it could hit a mark one thousand five hundred yards away. I was lying on a wooden work table and my target was Phillip Young, an investment trader from New York, who made his money skimming from his clients.
On the side, Phillip liked young boys and cocaine.
I received an encrypted file with all the relevant information and images of my target. The rest was up to me, the where and how, unless the how was specifically requested. I confirmed death immediately after and got paid.
Phillip Young stepped out onto the balcony of the high-rise apartment building where he was attending a party, hosted by the generous benefactor paying for his death. I adjus
