Sniper

Chapter 14

The fan in his laptop whirred as it heaved tirelessly to keep the shitty old system cool. His small damp room was dark and thick with smoke and other unpleasant smells, and Tord, was slumped in his chair once again jacking off to hentai. What shame did he have left? Not like this was the worst thing he could be doing.
His breath hitched in his throat as he lets out uneven heavy shaky breaths. His eyes staying fixed to the screen, entranced by the images it displayed, beginning to reach his climax he releases into his hand with a muffled grunt. Suddenly a small notification pops up on his screen interrupting his "entertainment" now catching his full attention. He wipes his hand off with a tissues and discards it at his feet, caring more about the notification than the cleanliness of his room. Tord clicked on the pop up and it takes him to the screen that he suspected it'd take him to. He had another job to do.
Tord scoffs throwing himself back into his chair; the momentum nearly tipping it over. His hands plant firmly over his face, his fingers curling to claw at his forehead.

"These scum bags just don't quit do they?" He mumble into his palms, mentally readying himself for the next few months of work.

Although it paid the bills this was not exactly something Tord wanted to do; it was just all he was good at.
Rummaging around his drawers gathering the few things he'd need to get started. Passport, bank cards, false government documents etc.

He took another look at the specifications of the job, looking up the area and target, "huh, this guy doesn't look all that dangerous, wonder what he did to end up in my hands." He questioned aloud but sadly didn't have the luxury to get hung up on it.

He had a job to do after all.

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Plucking his sunglasses off his face as he took his first steps out of the airport doors. The sky was a pale blue, small blobs of clouds speckled randomly across it. Despite it being well into the fall season the weather here still seemed to be nice. He decided not to hang around too long and start to make his way to the rental car pickup, although England was small He absolutely could not stand the idea of getting public transport to his target location.

If all had went according to plan he had a flat waiting for him not far from the targets place of work and residence. Unfortunately he couldn't just waltz in, take the shot and leave. There'd be way too much suspicion if he were as lazy as that, and he could absolutely not risk it getting back to him. If he were to do this successfully He had to intercept the target, learn their habits and routines and plan the most realistic suicide or accident he could. Nothing that would be out of character, nothing that'd place anyone else at the scene. It had to be the perfect crime.

Tord greeted the car rental people with his most convincing fake smile, pleasantries were exchanged and 20 minutes later he had the keys to his shitty little car; better than nothing he thought , Not like he wanted anything flashy to begin with.
Soon he was on his way, the feeling of driving on UK roads not any less scary that it had been the first couple time he'd done it; fuckers drive on the wrong side.
Time passes by in silence, road signs rush by telling him he was getting closer and closer to his final destination. Traffic thinned out the further he drove and sea birds slowly became a regularly recurring sight. The smell of sea air slowly filling the car as he finally broke over the top of a hill revealing the infinitely stretching coastline.
About another half an hour drive and Tord was pulling up outside his home for the next year. The area was nice enough, typical uk shoreside town, it wasn't far from Dover so it was obvious that a lot of the town was still supported by tourism; but it was quaint, friendly feeling. He kinda liked it.

His first challenge was scoping out the target for a few weeks before making a move. He figured it'd be pretty easy since the guy appeared to have no friends or close family, but in this job he couldn't just assume so only time would tell.