Ioann wasn't completely sure that Nigel was dead. It looked like he was hit. He didn't expect the smaller kid to jump up and pull Nigel like that! From Ioann's scope, it appeared that Nigel was hit on his temple. As the bullet hit Nigel, the other kids jumped in panic, and the smaller child ran away. Ioann had him in his sights and could have ended him, but hesitated since the only approved target that deserved the hit was the older kid, Nigel.

By the time Ioann changed positions and fired again, Nigel was out of sight. Did he hit the girl by mistake?

He sat in indecision for several seconds which felt like minutes. He needed the kill confirmed.

Ioann was confident that he hadn't been seen; his hiding place was well hidden. However, the rifle was louder than expected. He did so much research when choosing his location but missed one important element: the acoustics of the alley! Even if he used the best suppression silencer, there would have been some noise—the click-click of the gun, the clank of the barrel.

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Sweat poured into his eyes as he performed the cleanup process. He wiped each piece of the rifle clean of prints and disassembled the weapon.

When he finished, he calmly walked away from the scene. The rifle set looked like a large duffle bag to the untrained eye. He walked across a board that was placed between two buildings. When he was on the other side, he pulled the board toward him, then placed it gently on the roof. He walked quickly down a fire escape. As he approached one of the dumpsters in the alley, he heard a radio come to life. He also heard a series of sirens coming closer by the second. He lifted the first dumpster lid. It was half full, so he reached in and made room toward the bottom for his duffle bag. He knew it was a matter of time before it was discovered. Better found here than in his possession.