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“Target incoming.” A woman’s voice piped over the earpiece wired to Scott’s ear. He’d scanned this street in Chinatown a thousand times, a normal route for his target. Each time his target had escaped, thanks to the idiots in Chinatown. His eye floated into the scope of his sniper rifle as it slowly floated around the busy streets. There. A white skull appeared out from an alleyway. A cross was tattooed on his skull, just like the profile in his briefing. The male, large, 6’2, Caucasian, very large. His gaze followed the man as he lumbered down the street, eyes looked for every possible way for an assassin to shoot him. But yet he was stupid enough to think the window of a hotel was safe. All of his ‘former co workers’ were stupid enough to think they could dodge the company. He aimed for the cross on his forehead, “the only way to kill him,” as the boss said, “Is to aim for his faith.” His bullet would sink into his skull and 5000 would be headed his way. “Say goodnight Barney.” Scott whispered. His finger pulled the trigger. A blast echoed onto the streets as the man slammed to the ground and flew up in a column of pitch-black smoke. Scott got up grabbed his profile on Barney, his once best friend. He casually walked to the fireplace and threw the profile in. Black smoke. It seems to come out of every worker of the company. He grabbed his rifle and placed it on his bent leg. “Send it in.” He whispered into the earpiece. The rifle disappeared from his leg. He grabbed his coat and sprayed air freshener all around the room. On everything he touched the fingerprints melted away when the spray get to it’s surface. The empty hotel seemed serene. The hotel manager sat at his desk, slumbering away. Scott slid his hand pistol out of the pocket of his hooded sweat shirt and pointed it at the man’s head. A silenced bullet pierced the man’s skull. He jerked slightly, then feel back into a deep sleep. A sleep he’ll never wake up from. He pushed the man on his swivel chair away from the hotel registration papers. He didn’t have time to sort them all out. He grabbed them all and threw them into the fireplace next to the man. He hesitated. He grabbed the man and tossed him into the fireplace, leaving his carcass to burn. He hastily tossed his gun in there too. He slid on his sweat shirt and exited the building, making sure there was no trace of him.