The Billionaires Deadly Sniper

Chapter 5

Zoe Claire sat motionless, her eyes locked onto the sniper lens. The 29th floor of the skyscraper was her perch, a high vantage point, that was perfect for her mission. She had reserved the room a week ago, but she knew she would need more time. Three weeks was a good one. She had enough time to prepare and time to set the perfect shot. Everything had to be precise.

Zoe’s finger hovered over the trigger. Left hand steady on the rifle’s handle, right finger lightly resting, ready to squeeze. She exhaled slowly, chewing gum as she zoomed in, adjusting the lens from 16 to 24, and finally to 43 degrees south east, all the while watching the hospital’s front doorway through the sniper’s scope.

The chaos outside was escalating. Protesters had swarmed the entrance, their anger aimed directly at Victor Alaric Kane, the presidential candidate from the Kane's family. Their cries rang out, filled with hatred, demanding his resignation. It wasn’t just a protest; it was an attempt to tear him down, skin him alive for the world to see. They wanted Victor gone — and they were willing to fight for it.

Zoe wasn’t distracted by the commotion. She was focused. Her target hadn’t even arrived yet, but she was already locked in. Through the lens, she saw the swarm of security forces moving restlessly, swatting off protesters, their batons raised in readiness. Police, SWAT, and even air forces circled overhead, helicopters beating down the air, keeping an eye on the crowd.

“Nice distraction,” Zoe muttered under her breath, a wry smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

She wasn’t new to this game. Before every kill, she always tested her shot range. Not on a human, of course, but on a wall. Her finger pressed the trigger once, then again, and a third time. The bullets hit their target exactly where she wanted them to.

“Nice,” she whispered, her gum bubble expanding between her lips before it popped, a soft snap that sent her focus back to the task at hand.

Zoe wasn’t just any assassin. She was the best. Her training had been harsh, her discipline unmatched. She was a soldier of precision and a killer with no remorse. Enemies had begged for mercy, but mercy had never been a part of her vocabulary. Her calm, deadly focus made her unstoppable.

Out on the street, the protesters had broken through the barricades, making a run for the Bentley that carried Victor Kane. They reached it just as the convoy arrived at the hospital. One woman managed to break free from the officers holding her and took a sharp rod to the Bentley’s glass.

“Hit.”

The glass cracked. Victor ducked instantly, narrowly avoiding the shattering pieces.

Police surrounded her, dragging her to the ground, beating her mercilessly with batons and boots. She didn’t scream. Instead, her voice rang out as she struggled to break free.

“Victor Alaric Kane, you’re a fascist!”

“What a rabble,” Victor muttered, waving a dismissive hand. He wasn’t fazed. It was just noise to him.

Finally, the car slammed to a stop. The driver turned back to face Victor.

“Please stay in the vehicle, sir, and you too, Miss Linda.”

Both nodded.

Zoe’s eyes narrowed as she spotted the Bentley, the vehicle pulling up to the hospital doors. Her heart beat steadily in her chest. She exhaled, calm and focused. She could see everything. Her sniper’s lens zoomed in, her target was within reach.

From the convoy, five men in black suits stepped out.. Secret agents. One of them, towering and muscular, took command. He spoke with authority, a voice that carried the weight of his position.

“We’re going to do this quick,” he said, rallying the men.

Zoe smiled faintly, knowing this would be the moment. As the agents surrounded Victor, preparing to escort him inside, she kept her eyes locked on him through the scope. He was walking straight into the lion’s den.

The agent commander gave his instructions. “When the candidate gets out of the car, I want him inside the hospital in ten seconds. Flat… No delays.”

Zoe breathed in deeply. Nothing could stop her now. She remained calm, every movement steady and ready. The agents and officers were too distracted with their jobs to notice the true threat.

She was ready.

The doors of the Bentley opened. As the agents surrounded Victor, he stepped out, his bodyguards on every side, surrounding him like a shield. They moved with military precision, but none of them realized that the real danger was already locked on them.

Zoe’s finger hovered over the trigger. She was as still as a statue, watching every movement below.

The door swung open, and there he was — Victor Kane, stepping into view. This was his first and last mistake.

Victor’s bodyguards moved in closer. Armed men formed a tight perimeter around him. Zoe didn’t flinch. She was in control. The moment had arrived.

Bang!!! A single shot.

The shot rang out, slicing through the air with deadly accuracy. The bullet hit the glass door, piercing it and hitting Victor directly in the forehead. His body jerked once, then collapsed to the ground, lifeless. The blood splattered across the polished tiles, the shockwave of his fall echoing through the hospital lobby.

Zoe whispered to herself, “Mission accomplished.”

There was silence. For a moment, no one moved. The guards stood frozen, eyes wide, unable to comprehend what had just happened.

Linda Kate, the reporter who had been sitting in the car just moments before, stepped out, her eyes wide with disbelief. Her mouth fell open in awe. This was no ordinary sight. She had just witnessed the assassination of the presidential candidate, in cold blood, right before her eyes.

The silence broke with a scream. “No! No!” Linda’s voice shrieked as she staggered back in shock, her body trembling in fear.

The agents reacted quickly, grabbing her and shielding her from the chaos unfolding. “Shooter! Shooter! Everybody, get down now!” one of them shouted.

A wave of panic swept through the scene as sirens blared in the distance. More officers arrived on the scene, rushing to secure the area. Zoe’s sniper lens had already vanished from sight. She was calm, unfazed and watching the chaos unfold below.

Security forces quickly set up a perimeter, the urgency palpable. They had no idea where the shot came from. They scrambled, trying to figure out where Zoe had fired from.

One of the security officers turned to his team, his voice shaking slightly as he gave his orders. “Check the building on the 30th story of the southeast corner. Start there!”

Zoe’s calm eyes followed the movement below. She could see them searching, but she was already gone. Her mission had been flawless.

Security officers still unable to figure it out: “The shooter is probably on the sixteenth or seventeenth floor……. Go there now!!!"

She exhaled slowly, a smile creeping onto her lips. “Bad day,” she muttered under her breath, knowing the game had only just begun.