“What moment exactly?”
“That moment,” Hahn replied. “I can’t describe it, but you’ll feel it when it comes. It’ll let chu know when it’s time to squeeze the trigger.”
Choot!
The white dude dropped instantly.
Fear lowered the scope of the rifle from his eye, smiling. Hahn, who was very proud of him, patted him on his shoulder and commended him on a job well done.
“You executed him beautifully.” Hahn told him. “Now let’s get the shovels and stuff so we can bury him, and see about collecting our earnings.”
Fear switched hands with the sniper rifle and got to his feet, brushing the dirt from off his jeans. He then disassembled the rifle and placed it back inside of its casing. He shut the case, locked it and picked it up by its handle. Together, he and his master got the shovels and a ba
