Malibu

Steady hand is a must. You gotta factor in the wind, your weight, and body placement. But shooting a gun is like riding a bike once you know, you know.

Looking into the scope I see my target moving through their apartment without a care in the world, stupid to the fact that his last breath will be mine.

The red dot coming from my MK5 is aimed right at his heart, just as I'm about to fire he walks out the room, entering his bedroom where the curtains are drawn. Shit. Pulling out my black IPhone 5s I call his home phone. He walks right into the trap, walking into the living area to answer "Hello" he breathes into the phone. Repositioning my aim, "Goodbye" I say, gunning him down.

Hanging up the call, I dial a number committed to memory "Clean up at 5564 Marshall Ave."

"We'll be right ther-wait isn't that your address Mrs.Rudi?"

"Yes, Mr.Rudi.... made a little mess" I reply, before she gets a chance to reply " Don't question your superior Ava, I want everything gone. I want it to be like we never existed."