Snippet #2283849

Four hours before Noon.

Scott scratch his bald head with his left hand, and controlled his F-15 stearing wheel with his right. He looked behind the chair and into the back seet, as if to make sure his sniper rifle was still there, along with the fiftey three hundred dollars in the breif case. He hated being a contract killer, but loved it at the same time. Every now and then there would be a gun fight or car chase, but its usually just a sniper and run. He hoped today would be different. He was headed to Westmont, Florida, to take out a big bank manager who owed his employer money.
Entering Westmont, he got a text message that he had go to an RBC. Was there a perch for him there? He was not sure, but then he got the second text: IT stated that this was to be a long term killing. He was too pick off all of the family member, just to scare the manager into giving the money in. There was a house that was close to the bank that Scott was to live in, but he hated the idea of being told where to live. He took the area anyway.