The Amateur

I was watching every car that went by closely. I didn't know what kind of car she drove, but when a car with a female driver slowed in front of the house, I knew it was Mary Lindstrom.

I quickly checked all of the cars in the parking lot for occupants. As she pulled into the driveway, I checked for cars parked on the road, or people loitering by buildings.

Everything was quiet.

I made one last scan as she got out of the car. Then I put my eye to the scope of the Dragunov, aimed, and pulled the trigger.

There was a sharp click, and a kick in my shoulder, and she dropped.

I collected the cartridge with a damp rag, and returned it to the leather pouch with the cleaning kit, for reloading later.

It was time to leave.