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Epilogue Part II
The sniper watched the target’s body drop from across the street and two storeys up. He checked for movement through the blue-laser guide of his rifle sight.
Nothing.
But his instructions were to make absolutely certain, so he switched the sight function to heat vision and watched the target’s body cool.
Satisfied, the sniper pulled his rifle apart, just as he’d done thousands of times. He packed each component away in a slim black briefcase. He picked up the case and walked away from his position in front of the triple glazed glass of an empty office space, the wind whistling in through a six-inch circular hole drilled in to the window.
It was a short stroll from the office tower to his car; a silver Audi Quattro saloon parked on the basement level of a multi-sto
