«[b]Wouldn't it just be easier to just walk up and shoot him?[/b]»
"Shut up."
«[b]I'm just saying. This shot's going to be hard to make with a sniper rifle.[/b]»
"And even harder when I can't think to aim, Felik." The Mind let out a mental equivalent of a sigh, and withdrew its pestering. Shifting his rifle into a manageable position- the argument with Fe had been distracting enough that he had to set his gun down- he looked back at the BESC headquarters, trying to find his target; it was sort of hopeless, really. They had no information on her schedules or anything of the sort. They had a name, picture (not even a 3D holo, just a 2D image.), and a job title. All he had past that was an assurance of, "Oh, yes. She'll be here all the time." Hardly helpful.

He knew he shouldn't be, but he was sincerely bored. The target hadn't crossed his line of sight [i]or[/i] the cams that they had set up, and he couldn't take potshots. This was a frakken' BESC building. They would see that, and he didn't fancy being locked by the government. Then something caught his eye: A car landing, and a group of passengers getting out. And the little [i]hasp[/i] he was being paid to kill was there, too! He didn't have enough time for a laser shot's charge up, and he couldn't switch to a particle in time, so he went a bit unorthodox and launched a tracker; sure to get found, but he'd have at least a part of a map of the building before they'd notice. Nobody looked up at the shot. It was beautifully executed and landed right on Taliga,his target. [i]Finally. Maybe now I'll get to shoot her.[/i]