The man once known as Milliardo Peacecraft had left the main room of the press conference, letting a confidante take his place to answer some more trivial questions. The room he was in was flanked on the left and right by large, upright windows, presumably to give the occupant a panoramic view of the Sanc Kingdom, from the mountains to the sea. However, low on an adjacent building's rooftop, dressed in black, Zach slinked to get a better view.
In his mind, for years now, he had asked himself, Is it more cruel to kill someone who's outgrown their usefulness, or to leave them to rot, feeding on their own souls? He never knew the answer until he thought of Milliardo, who had led White Fang, who had led his troops to a symbolic victory, who was regarded as a hero to many in the Earthsphere, despite him threatening to destroy all life upon it with Libra so many years ago... who had thrown aside his medic, with the rest of the White Fang remnants.
Zach trained the scope of his rifle towards the heart of his target. Milliardo Peacecraft, the war hero with the horrid past, and Zechs Marquise, unopposed ruler of the Earthsphere, would both die within two shots.
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Zach's bullet tore through the glass window, whirred through the room, and drove itself through the ribs and into the lung of the bodyguard standing to Zechs' right. He fell to the ground with a scream, his fellows abandoning their post to help him, leaving Zechs exposed to the left, where Okami was waiting in hiding. Zach smiled as he saw the look of barely-hidden surprise, and possibly fear on Zechs' face.
Not wanting to linger for investigative squads to close in on him, Zach picked up his rifle and ran from rooftop to rooftop, a broad smile emerging from his features as he heard a second gunshot pierce the night air.
"May your aim have been true, Okami."