He inspected the suppressor. He rubbed it's long snout gently, like a favourite pet. The rifle's stock was a special composite of Kevlar, graphite and fiberglass that provided remarkable stability. The weapon's bore was not rifled in the conventional way. Instead it had a rounded rectangular profile known as polygonal boring. It increased the muzzle velocity of the bullet. What's more, in this type it was virtually impossible to have a ballistics match.
He set his sights on Chris Shaw and aimed at him. He didn't have much time. He slowed his breathing and brought his heart rate down. He felt his heart beat and held his breath as he grew deathly still.
Then he forgot everything, all surroundings, all memories, hell even his existence as he could see nothing but poor Chris Shaw enjoying his free time reading a book.
I can see him, I can kill him. He won't bark. I won't let him. He's dead, he - is...
He quickly removed his gun and broke his meditation as he saw people from the FBI storm his house.
Damn it! That mutt escaped. That mutt is going to bark loud.
But he had other concerns as well. He had to get the hell out of this place. He quickly disassembled his gun and stuffed it in his golf bag. It was bloody well time for retreat.
He knew he couldn't die right now as he had things left to do. Namely killing some pathetic dogs who would just not stop sniffing.
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Mystery / ThrillerThe Shaws, a so called family was known to be invincible... But someone has his sights on the Shaw family and is eliminating all the members one by one through a professional assassin. Things start getting messy when the FBI gets involved in this bl...
