Watch the cafeteria for a few minutes. For days studying the routines of their target and when it comes, will be addressed. Take a sip of his coffee. The café door groans as it opened. The target moves slowly with a black briefcase in his left hand. The stalker goes after him.
Stalker does not run, but the step is light, determined, often double that of the man's briefcase. It is time to think, just acting. The stalker has his right hand inside his coat pocket. Five meters behind the goal, three meters, one meter, the right hand comes out of the pocket with a gun, placed a few inches from the nape of it, shoot, walk to the corner without stopping while the bag collapses as a tower demolished. The stalker turns the corner, approach a car, go up, they disappear.
briefcase man joins angry, bloody, to the surprise of people who have stopped to help.
- And the surprise? "He blurts out," where is the surprise? "Sorry - I answer. Today it's reality.
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