The night was chilly, slightly more than usual. And in the rooftop where he was laying, the breeze felt even more cold. His breath was so quiet it seemed almost nonexistent, his heartbeat was slow but firm. His grip, grabbing firmly a high power sniper rifle, his eyes focused on the telescopic sight. Exactly 1123 yards away was his objective. He never got the why, he was just told the who, and the where. He just made sure they died. And he never failed. He made a slow blink and a second later he gently pressed the trigger. A huge quantity of vapor was suppressed by the silencer, forming a small cloud by the sides of the rifle as the bullet came out of the rifle. The piece of metal traveled at a ridiculously high speed, following the planned trajectory, and 1.16 seconds later the bullet crossed his victim's head at the perfection, dropping the dead body to the floor. The man in the shadows disassembled the rifle in a blink of an eye and put it on the box. Not two minutes later he was already on his car, slowly abandoning the area. Another job well executed.