Childs Play.

I got the idea from Tad's piece of poetry of the same title.

I snapped the scope into place along the rails on my silenced Springfield. Yes it was old fashioned but also effective. I rested the barrel on the lip of the roof and nestled the stock against my shoulder. I sighted my contact and target 4 stories below in a quaint little cafe across the street.

One round past my contacts left ear impacting my target directly between the eyes, dismantle the Springfield, ditch it and the gloves in the dumpster in an alley three blocks away and be in the air to an undisclosed location before the coroner got on scene.

Childs play.

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