[Present Day]
Chest drumming.
Sweats dripping.
Ragged breathing.
Fingers primed to pull the trigger.
And heart prepared to kill His Majesty.
I waited for the Captain's go signal.
"Thirty seconds before the target hit the target radius." When I heard what the team captain said from my in-ear device, I tightened my grip on the sniper I was holding. I looked through the lens and positioned my finger to pull the trigger at any moment. I re-positioned the lens to look at the surroundings.
I am located in a hotel room, as part of the plan, on the fifth floor of the building that is directly facing the building of the Bureau of Good Governance, where the king will exit from.
"How many soldiers do you see, Paul?"
I began counting the guards surrounding the bureau.
