"Target identified. Fifty-three-year-old male in the blue business suit. One point seven four meters in height. Heavy build. Black hair. Even complexion. Exiting the right rear passenger door," Foxtrot told Vulpine One through a small earpiece.

Andrus slowly exhaled and allowed the crosshairs of his scope to fall onto the man. "On target," he said. 

Andrus wore civilian attire: a worker's uniform and a brown trench coat. After the contract was complete, he could drop back down amongst the populace and go forever unnoticed. His target, however, had definitely drawn a crowd. The aging politician was greeting the lower-class impoverished rabble of the low streets of Centuri City. Andrus watched the man affect the poor with his fake smile and overly enthusiastic handshakes. The man hid his...

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