|why does the innate desire to live comfortably, require the hurting of another? why can't we just live hand in hand and help each other?|
SnipedThe assassin stared down his scope at the politician he was about to eliminate. He wasn't sure who this man was or why the contractor wanted him killed. It didn't matter. Only the job mattered. And, of course, the payment.Sniped by daddyslittlejanegirl
Just for a moment he watched as the politician's lips moved, delivering what was no doubt a very stirring speech. Perhaps he'd have to catch a news clip of it later, or maybe some overzealous kid would have the whole thing posted on Youtube, grisly death included.
The assassin smiled at the thought. It might be a nice change to view one of his jobs from a closer angle for once. Yes, he would definitely try to find this on Youtube later, play it over a few dozen times and savor the thing.
But for now there was still the job to do. He pulled the trigger.
Nothing happened. Or almost nothing. Something was wrong.
The politician's head should've burst like a water balloon, or some reasonable facsimile. Instead nothing much had happened.
The politician had wince, put a han