Ahhh, yes. I would figure you would want to hear that.
Ok. It was quite some years ago in the city of Philadelphia, close to my hometown. It was right after my uncle had died. The things he taught me about sniping were the only things I knew at that point
(I hadn’t been in contact with Jonah or Gavin at that point either). One day, while walking around the city with my sister, a man from the mob there came up to me and offered me a large sum to kill a politician running for office at the time. Seeing how much it was, I accepted. (When I look back on it, I think the only accepted the job to fortify myself later - either that or help my sister through school)
So, taking my uncle’s rifle, I climbed up the fire escapes of the buildings so I had a complete view of city hall. I laid down on the roof, flipped open the scope and took aim. I didn’t dare to use the laser, though. I was scared as hell. I aimed at the podium, and when the politician walked on… I shot. He died almost immediately.
I was paid the next day, but I felt so dirty taking the money. My hands were shaking while the man doled out the bills. I then went home and didn’t sleep for three days.
Everyone has to start somewhere, right?…