The clarity of his thoughts frightened him…reminded him that he was wide awake and not dreaming like he hoped he was.
Suspended between two towers that rose towards the heavens in a hurry…competing with each other to get there first…dreams had no prayer here. Any loss of focus would result in a loss of balance and…subsequently…after an interminable fall…loss of life…But that was not exactly something he was worried about. Life meant nothing to him and he had been living a mission ever since he could remember. No one knew him…he was born and bred for this one inevitable end…and he was ready…
Doing what he does best he expertly put one foot ahead of the next using his muscles and arms to steady the rest of his body. Like a squirrel bridging the gap between two branches his dimunitive silhouette slithered across the chasm at a surprising pace. Then, as he reached the middle and without warning, he dropped down off the rope and proceeded to free-fall towards certain death…
5 seconds would see him cover half a mile and come to rest within a 10th of an inch after touching solid ground…his internal organs congealing from the impact…his bones turning into dust…
4 seconds… He reaches into his breast-pocket and pulls out his weapon and fires into one of the windows with confidence and deadly accuracy…
2 seconds… He fires again into another window several floors below…it would be his last act as a living man for moments later, his pathetic body crumples into the ground upon impact…A second silhouette rapidly moves up to the mess and removes the weapon before disappearing into the darkness…
The screaming began moments later…
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