CHAPTER THREE-1
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CHAPTER THREE
FROM WHERE HE STOOD, the whole field was laid out below him, the actors like sitting ducks at a hunter’s convention.
He marveled at the exposed formations the British and French armies used and wondered that the Brits managed to capture anything the way they’d fought. But for his purposes, the formations would be advantageous.
Especially since none of the rules of war would apply to him.
He knew the choreography of the battle well. In fact, he’d been instrumental in developing it. So he knew the best time to find his target.
The killing window.
Tucked back in the trees on top of a ridge, out of sight to the British who were below him and on the other side of the creek, and the French whose backs were to him, he could afford to be patient.
His prey would wander onto the field any moment now. And he would shoot, the sound of his fire lost in the noise and commotion of the battle.
Feeling a twinge of guilt for what he was about to set into motion, he reminded himself of the money to be made once the plan was fully realized.
That much money went a long way toward soothing guilt.
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