"Target is static, looks as if he doesn't suspect a thing," Harley said into his earpiece, watching the demon with the scope of his sniper rifle. It would be an easy kill tonight. Just as the demon seemed to think that something was up, Harley pulled the trigger, letting the blessed bullet implant itself in the forehead of the demon's face. "Target has been silenced." His mouth twisting into a grin at his victory, he called for a bagging team before standing up from his vantage point. He packed his gun into its case, making sure to detach the scope and put the lens over it beforehand and then picking up the single shell casing. Moving through the hospital building with ease afterwards, no one giving him a second glance surprisingly, he was able to get out onto the streets without any trouble. "I'm taking a shortcut through the park, m'kay?" he asked his superior, who was on the line with him. "I'll meet at HQ at 0900 tomorrow, sir." Whistling a soft tune to himself, he began walking into the large, wooded park he had practically grown up in, taking the scenic route to his home.