The dessert was far cooler than I expected it would be at night, though not cold enough that something could glaciate. The luminance of the full moon out that night provided more light than I was hoping for; I work better in the dark. I’ve been doing this work for a very long time, but, I have never been asked to assassinate a foreign leader before. Although it may seem juvenile, I just wanted to be home with my family, but instead I was on another “business trip” a thousand miles away (The government doesn’t take kindly to disclosing their business). Shrugging off my home sickness, I made my way up to the top of the cliff. The view from the top of this colossus was perfect for the job. After over an hour of waiting, the dictator finally took to the podium in the secret military camp down below me. The soldiers encircled him, awaiting the words of wisdom their leader was about to give them. He was far brawnier than I had seen in the pictures. Once he started his speech, I took my weapon out of the bag and prepared to complete my mission. I remembered all of my training, “picture your self in a vacuum,” and “don’t ever look into their eyes, picture them faceless, and remember all the horrible things they have done.” I aimed with the contraption onto of the weapon, and counted to 3. A loud bang echoed through the desert, and the soldiers scrambled to find whoever took their leader from them. I would be far away before they even checked up on the cliff. As I flew back to my home, I prayed for the man, hoping that he did not experience any excruciating.
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