The sights were on target. The trigger slowly got pulled. A sudden burst of red filled the lense.
- Target down. Over. - said the man to his radio.
- Affirmative. Please continue with the other target. We need a clean kill. No witnesses. Over. - replied a female voice with a british accent.
- Roger that. Over.
The reticle moved to the designated new target. A woman in her 40s. She was working behind a desk. Judging by her attire, she was a big shot. The bullet indiscriminately pierced her perfect face, filled with botox and implants. She slipped down her chair. Her office skirt tore from the pressure of her thick thighs and the woman fell to the ground. An employee rushed in. He stopped for a minute to process the situation. The sights were on him. He went to the door. The trigger f
