The Silencer

Abrafa reaches the highest window just minutes after she receives the call. She has a tendency to predict these things, an intuition about where she should be and when. The Larsen girl was the riskiest of the city pickups and she’d been watching from afar. It all went smoothly as far as she could tell. So, what’s the problem?

The fire exit is the easiest way in and out of the building, but the wind is colder at the top. Abrafa shivers as she climbs through the window, rifle case hitting the rotting frame, chipping white paint.

She unpacks her weapon and fixes it together: barrel onto stand, magazine slotted into chamber, scope mounted, stock resting into shoulder and silencer screwed tight. Kneeling down, eyes focused on her t...

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