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The mark is locked in. Your orders are clear. Chamber a round, adjust your scope, and steady your breath. Civilians linger nearby—crossfire isn’t an option. Precision trumps speed, but hesitation gets you killed. Three targets. Five bullets. Miss once, and the mission collapses. Intel says the primary exits the black sedan at 14:00 sharp. Secondary hostiles patrol the rooftop—neutralize silently. Wind’s shifting east, 6 knots. Dial the elevation, compensate for drop. When the shot lines up, squeeze, don’t pull. Bodies drop, you vanish. No witnesses. No traces. The boss wants confirmation in 90 seconds. Clock’s ticking. Fail, and they’ll send someone *else* to clean up your mess.
