Chapter 40The Sniper lay flat in the wind-blown grass, his body now full-length behind the M-107 rifle. Below, Carl Harrington walked across an illuminated section of blacktop in the northeast corner of the plant, looking very much like a toy soldier through the crosshairs of the star-scope. In a surreal way, the light intensifier gave him a near animated appearance.
Tracking him steadily as he proceeded along the perimeter fence, the Sniper averted his eyes for a second to glance at his wristwatch.
The time on his watch told him it was time to proceed. It's killing time, he thought.
He dropped his eye back to the scope and began concentrating on his breathing. Years of training had taught him the value of breathing rhythmically, so as to be able to time a shot; and also, the value of d
