11.57 am
Angel had posted on the roof. Opposite the bank. From there, he would be free to see Brendan come out.
Like every day, the revolving door would spit it out in the street so that it becomes a shadow in the number ...
12:15
The bank clerk, always fresh and dapper, left the establishment at the scheduled time. Ready to rush into the crowd. The sniper adjusted his telescopic sight and in a quick calculation, evaluated the distance which separated him from his target. Brendan measured a good eighty meters that had to be converted into millimetres before dividing the result thus obtained, by the number of thousand dots that the latter took in the reticle. Admittedly, a method which could seem very archaic at the time of the laser rangefinder! Nevertheless, Angel had always known how to do without this device as advice from a spotter. And this, despite his very young age. All told, a simple bipod was enough for him to stabilize his weapon as best as possible and hit the bull's eye.
Still, it could not be more reactive, lying on the ground and well in position on his two elbows, Angel held his breath. He took into account the wind, the temperature as well as the light and then finally fired ...
12:16
Barely time to realize, Brendan had been hit in the heart. An organ that was no more resistant to beauty than bullets ... So when Karen, a nice little bookseller, appeared around the corner, he immediately fell in love with it.
12:17 PM
Angel, a mischievous smile drawn on his face, observed them for a moment in his glasses. He was quite happy to have swapped his golden bow and arrows for this sniper rifle.
Like a true Cupid, proud of his shot, the little partially naked blond, a crown of roses damn screwed on his head, got up in a delicate flutter of wings and said to himself that, decidedly, no one in this world was unable to escape ... Love!
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