Yet another agent was trying to track down the unidentified shooter.
This was the illusive man that the crime bosses used to have people removed. This was the man, who was now crouched comfortably behind a row of bushes. He had a clear view of the shop’s entrance. The intended victim had been seen entering the hardware store, where he worked. He would be coming out soon after twelve to walk the short distance to the café where he would have lunch. His habits were known. They had been carefully recorded over several days by the man with the telescopic rifle. The secret service undercover agent that worked in the store was aware that the man used by the syndicate to make people disappear would like to add him to his list.
The man he was waiting for came out. He readied the weapon. As he did, he felt the cold muzzle of the gun come to rest on the back of his neck. He froze. An arm came round and his rifle was gently removed. They both stood up slowly. The man behind slipped the cuffs on.
The decoy, disguised as the agent, and despite his wearing a bulletproof vest, was relieved to receive the agent’s wave.
The shooter’s days were over.