Chapter 47

There was another roof almost level with the compound wall that he could use to jump across easily enough, but a lit torch nearby threw up red light on the face of a guard keeping watch. They were expecting him.

“They forget that I don’t need to get near them to kill them,” he mused with black humour. “Oh how wrong they are.”

It took under a minute to assemble his sniper rifle. The scope magnified his already superior vision until he could count the hairs between his target’s eyebrows. The fire gave him enough light that he could target a perfect shot.

“Goodbye,” he whispered, and stroked back the trigger.

The sentry crumpled out of sight, and the flame of the torch wavered as droplets of blood sprayed over it and sizzled on impact. Libs loaded in another bullet and took aim.

“Oh, Janie, darling. I’m only afraid of fire when it’s up close and personal.”