I sit crouched waiting for just the right opportunity. That little mistake, the one that let your attention wander for just a split second! That's my break! I'm there with unconscionable speed and unmistakable aim. My short heavy blade finds its mark, sliding easily between your 8th and 9th rib, deeply and silently it glides to the hilt. Your breath now exits, wetly, out the newly formed orifice, leaving you unable to scream and paralyzed. As you fall, you watch me violently pull you partner’s windpipe from his writhing shell. The glint in my eye and the slight grin on my face, tells you, I love what I do. The dust hit's my face, and the dull bouncing ring fades off quickly, as I scan for where that round came from, I think almost out loud " I'm really going to hurt this one" The faint orange glow, almost too small to catch and wafting aroma of burnt cloves. AHH! Just above the window sill. "MINE" I think almost giddy with pleasure! I hurry away to the north, going the long way around. 2 minutes later, I again find myself peering around a corner. Absorbing all, I find the door way to my personal salvation, and I grin, almost omnipotent! The door all ready swung wide, I low crawl in. The damp sour smell of the wood floor seeps into my head as I drag my face across it. "****ing third world country bastards can't even afford Polyurethane" I chuckle to myself! II I find the last room on the west side. I glean this poor soul's outline, as he peers out the window. I think to myself "one dose of extreme pain and suffering, coming right up!" In a blast of fluidity my right hand grips tightly around his forehead, the other around his chin. In a simple strong opposing pull, the prey falls to the floor with his jaw jutting 3 inches off to his left! His rifle clutters loudly to the floor. I say quietly "time to go to work". A quick blow to the windpipe, and I hear nothing but low, quick, wheezing. Grabbing his head I quickly place my mouth over his left eye, get good seal and suck hard, and "POP" out it comes! Leaving the wet orb dangling! "All this thrashing around, isn't good for us!" I say. A hard, flat knuckled blow to the upper chest stops that! "Now for a hook" I think out loud. The sling on the rifle comes off with a little muscle. And the clasp will work nicely bending to a neat "J". I tie off the other end to the heavy, ancient ceiling fan hanging low in the center of the room, with the hook dangling at about 7 feet. "My dear friend" I whisper in his ear "You really should have stayed in bed today" as I hoist his squirming body, I hastily insert the "J" into the chasm where the soft warm orb once resided. I let his weight settle slowly “don’t want to break the strap" I spit out maliciously! I stand for a few seconds, admiring my work. Smirking, I jet for the door, leaving my new found friend, dangling and moaning softly. "All in a day's work" I think to myself, as I crouch, surveying the empty, cold street!