As I topped the last flight of stairs, found the acquired door, started the picking of the lock, as I sit the case upon the floor. Open to a full room of windows, searching for the setup spot, checking the angle from each window, to help gain the perfect shot.
Next I unlock and open the case, admiring the glow of every piece, assembling the darkness to the devil, it forms a perfect beast. Aligning the scope upon the demon, extravagant look with its fit, as I insert the bullet in the chamber, as I proceed on with the hit.
A deadly mind set on repetition, trained for what the purpose serves, steadied breath ready for corruption, small blue pill for the nerves. A pictured face enters the crosshairs, been sitting here all day, he felt it, before he heard it, his fate from a mile away.
As I break down the devil, then replaced in its case, slow down all this adrenaline, I notice a smile upon my face. As I descend through the stairwell, hat with the matching uniform, the assassination of the President, been an objective since I was born.
As the outside air greets me, this erratic mind has me stuck, fumbling in my pockets for the keys, as I approach the delivery truck. Gaining completion of the mission, in offshore were millions sits, if it wasn't for our government, I'd never pulled off the hit.
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