Masiro Vilende

[Exile]

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A first time
No guidance, no assist.
A first time
You mess up, you won't be missed

I was sitting in and old and abandoned factory tower in the city of Duta, waiting for my target to appear amongst the crowds. Beomara Hall. A major figure in illegal arms smuggling. That's all i was told and had to know. When i waited for my target to appear out of the building in front of me, i looked down upon the swarm of people going on about their business, ignorant of everything outside of their little lives. Like a bunch of ants. All working for the swarm, but barely able to reap its benefits.

I waited for nearly an hour, staring at the people beneath me. Another hour passed, and nothing happened. But near Dusk, he came out. Beomara was exposed, unprotected. I stroked my Sniper rifle, targeted his heart, and pulled the trigger.

The gun was as good as silent, and within the second, Beomara lay on the floor. Dead. Non of the people around him could be bothered looking whether he was alright or not, no. They just stepped over and by him. Like ants.

I packed up my rifle, and headed back the the Snikmorder encampment. When i left the building i heard a scream. Some one had noticed the dead Beomara. It took me nearly 45 minutes to leave the building.

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