Chapter 14: Finding a Sniper

An assassin rarely accepts a target in a war zone. The risks always outweigh the profits. This time I was considering it. The offer did not come from the military or a government agency. It came from an angry, grieving father. I sat back to think and finally leaned forward and accepted. While I waited for the money to be sent to my account, I began planning.

Snipers that were trained were always hard to find. The particular sniper my client wanted was not in the military. He had been trained in Syria and seemed to be working independently. The first thing I did was change my appearance. I used an overland route to enter the country and the city where the sniper was operating.

The rifle I had brought in was an older model single-shot Barrett, fifty caliber. I found a cheap set of rooms on the edge of the city and started discreet checks. Every day there were shots and sometimes explosions. It was a week after I arrived that the sniper struck again. I had placed sensitive microphones around the city and within thirty seconds I had the location of the sniper.