I peered out of the window of one of the anonymous office blocks in this part of town, then lowered my gaze back to the precision sight that, in previous times, would have been more often found mounted on a ballistic weapon. The spotter shuffled a little. Wetting my lips, I spoke.

“Range, please.”
“Range at sixteen hundred, approx. Target’s behind screens. Exit is a black Mercedes.”
“When’s the window?”
“About one-three seconds; he’s going to move to the car. We should have an opening when the screens turn to cover the east blocks. Good chance of a kill, but go weapons free if you have to.”
“Okay.”

I sighted on the tinted screen that prevented me from killing him now.

“Target is moving.”
“Sure?”
“Positive. Execute as soon as he clears the screen.”
“I’ve got him.”

The scope picked him out clear as day as he left the cover of the screens for a moment and I executed perfectly, staring him down from a mile away and dropping him like a stone.

It was almost… godlike. But I knew no god would ever do this.