Every artist must have his tools, no matter how deadly the art. Sadly I couldn't be satisfied by pastels and brushes, it had to be something more sinister. I thought back to my brief training with the Army. I didn't want to make a scene, so it had to be something clinical. Clinical yet deadly.
"I am not afraid of dying, any time will do. I don't mind."
It had to be a sniper rifle. Clinical, deadly, stealthy, and I had a bit of experience on the job. But I definitely couldn't practice this in the range, would have been to inconspicuous. Only option was to take it down the country. I spent the next year in solitude, practicing, and also developing my skill in close range combat for those times my rifle, would just not be enough.
It was during my year away from everyone that I met Mr. Kincaid.
"I am not afraid of dying, any time will do. I don't mind."
It had to be a sniper rifle. Clinical, deadly, stealthy, and I had a bit of experience on the job. But I definitely couldn't practice this in the range, would have been to inconspicuous. Only option was to take it down the country. I spent the next year in solitude, practicing, and also developing my skill in close range combat for those times my rifle, would just not be enough.
It was during my year away from everyone that I met Mr. Kincaid.
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