Authors note: Yay, here we go again, another story. I am full of ideas as of late, but rest assured that I will complete my ongoing stories as well XD

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When the world goes dark

Prologue

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-Kai´s POV-

People were moving about the street, attending their usual business. An old lady was crossing the street with the help of a cane. A business man swooped past her, accidentally bumping her with his briefcase while he attempted to straighten his chuffs. Someone spilled coffee on a stranger, and a group of people crossed the street along with the old lady, wandering aimlessly along the riverbank. From the skyscraper on the other side I had an excellent vintage point, about 600 meters away.

With a badly suppressed yawn I looked away from the sights of the MSG90, double-checking the amount of ammunition and equipment out of habit. I had plenty of time, 5 minutes to be exact. After taking a few sips of a water bottle I settled down on my knees, making a few final adjustments. It was a good location. I was able to keep an eye on the office building on the other side of the river, along with the adjourning park and the gravelled path along the riverbank. The only thing that didn´t make it an obvious spot was the low sun, that would have been a problem for a lesser shooter.

I wasn´t bothered.

My watch showed 12 past 10 O´clock. It was time. I retrieved my sunglasses from my pocket, checked the cartridges, before I steadied the rifle on the elevated concrete edge. Along the riverbank people were walking calmly, completely unaware of what was to come. My breathing was even, exhale, inhale, exhale, I was calm, focused. A woman with a child was running, laughing, a couple walked past. There were few people out, everything considered. It was a Saturday, sunny and bright and filled with happy people.

There, finally.

A middle aged man was seated on one of the lacquered benches along the river, gazing thoughtfully at the ducks in the water and the people walking past. He was wearing a rain jacket, despite the wheatear, and a duffle was on the ground by his feet. With practised ease I emptied my mind of all thoughts, released the safety, concentrated, and took the shot.

It was the cold shot, the first round. The one that helps determine the actual distance to the target, wind direction and other things that has to be taken into consideration. All things which are easier to determine when the target is still.

He fell forward, toppling over. I moved on, allowed myself a few seconds to make the next shot count. I placed the second bullet in a lone woman on her way into the office building at the edge of the park. She fell, a cloud of papers flaring out behind her as she lost the leather binder she had been carrying. Next I went for a startled man running towards the building, it was the businessman from earlier, and he too fell within two long strides. By now people was starting to panic, and I felt the recoil in my shoulder for the last time as I shot two more people in quick succession.

I checked the watch. It had taken me about 25 seconds.

With that I removed the sunglasses, secured the rifle and grabbed the water bottle.

Mission accomplished.