The Assassin (standard:action, 337 words)
Author: Michael Lance Kersting	Added: Jun 14 2006	Views/Reads: 4369/3	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
The Assassin emerged from the roof door. He was tall, thin, with flowing black hair that hung to his shoulders. A hawk nose hung over his thin compressed lips, and a pair of the coldest grey eyes searched the skies. He was carrying a specially made lea

The Assassin emerged from the roof door. He was tall, thin, with flowing
black hair that hung to his shoulders. A hawk nose hung over his thin 
compressed lips, and a pair of the coldest grey eyes searched the 
skies. 

He was carrying a specially made leather guncase in his bony right hand.


After searching the skies for any helicopters, he walked easily to the
edge of the roof that had a two feet tall blank wall. He stooped down 
and clicked opened the case. He looked at his watch. It read 2:25. 
‘Another few minutes to go before the head of state car come into 
view', he figured. 

He was a meticulous man, having gone over the site several times to note
any flaws in the area. All panned out perfectly. 

He heard the sirens in the distance and, tensed. He began assembling the
weapon quickly, expertly. After loading it,He sighted the street below. 
He adjusted the focus and waited. 

The front police car appeared,it's siren blaring.It was followed by six
outriders on motor cycles, three on each side of the limousine. 

The Assassin took in a deep breath. 

Finger on trigger. 

Cheek to stock. 

Eye to scope. 

Crosshair direct on target's head. 

Taking in a deep breath, he squeezed the trigger. 

He saw the vehicle swerved into the crowd . He got up quickly and
reassembled the weapon ,then headed back through the roof door . 
Descending a short flight of steps,he walked briskly into a corridor. 
Boarding the elevator, he pressed the ground floor button. 

Later, at his apartment, the assassin sat before the TV and watched a re
broadcast of the event . Suddenly, he bolted upright in his seat, and 
couldn't believe his eyes, 

There before him, was the Head of State, visibly shaken, emerging from
the police car that rode BEHIND the official visitor's Limousine. 

He couldn't help laughing out at the trick, “Yes .' he concluded wryly,
“Those bloody dicks are good.” 

A dummy in the Limousine took the bullet. 


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