[b] Top of a parking garage [/b] 

His fingers adjusted the optics on the scope a click as the wind changed. He adjusted his rifle slightly, jotting down some more notes. He looked back through his spotting scope. His stomach rumbled watching the family eat and drink. A familiar thought entered his head. He pictured a warm beach, a chair, the ocean and a tall drink in his hand. [i]"Two more jobs, and I can use some of my savings to take a month off."[/i] He said internally. The apartment was tastefully decorated. 

He felt a slight buzz at his hip, reaching down he looked at his cell. A new email was waiting to be read. He thought for a moment wether or not too read. Was it really the time? He gave a mental shrug and looked anyways. 

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To: Mr. B
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From: C
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Subject: Job
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Change of plans, if you read this, Target has changed. Kill the family. Send a message. 

Mr. C

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He blinked several times and looked back through his spotting scope. And sighed, he had strict rules, no women no children. And before him was two women, and an older man. He was frustrated, recently they had been asking a lot of him. Bending his rules one by one. Usually he wouldn't mind they were simple rules like, no day jobs, or no politicians. He didn't mind bending those rules, but these were his core values they were asking him to sabotage. Adjusting his calculations, and shifting his rifle he'd now have a clear shot on the older woman. He paused his inner struggle very real. [i]"Send... a message."[/i]