Summary
Nearing the clock, I positioned myself laying on my front, both hands on the rifle, eye on the telescope attached to it, ready to shoot.
Minutes have passed and I know any second from now my target would be entering the restaurant with his co-workers…
A low wolf whistle was heard.
"Hot Damn! That ass though!"
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