His eye blinked as he nestled it against the scope. It focused on the little sidewalk cafe. He found the target and spoke into his radio. "Target acquired. Are we sure?"
"Vasily, yes we're sure. She has the sunglasses and green dress, no?"
Vasily shook his head and then remembered they couldn't see him. "Yes. But she looks harmless. Just some young girl who would make a nice plaything."
The reply came after the guys in the van had composed themselves, but Vasily could tell that they had been laughing. "She is behind the recent 'accidents' among our employers. She is known to have at least a dozen different schemes to undermine the leadership. And she might have one of those missing bombs. So take the shot so we can all go home."
The target was mixing some sugar into her tea as Vasily squeezed the trigger. It was done. "Target is down. Heading to the rendezvous." There was no reply.
Vasily quickly disassembled his rifle and put it in his bag. He jumped back when he opened the door to find his target standing there with a pistol aimed at him. No it wasn't his target. This woman had a grey shirt and pants but she looked like the target.
"Shit! I'm compromised!" Vasily gasped into his radio.
She squeezed off two shots as she said "they can't hear you, Vasily. They're already dead."
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