He sat there, watching the scene play out below
He would always try to imagine what the men below said to one another
Sitting there, observing them

It wasn't long before a different man came into view
The man had different markings on his uniform
He didn't know or care what they meant

Looking down the sights at the new man
The front globe was lined up
Then the rear leaf

The new man fell.

In an instant there was utter silence
Chaos and shouting from below
He moved back from the window

The detectors would never find the shot
Too many echos, too many places to hide
He rested

He was a simple man, really
Took professional pride in his work
Always took pride in his work

He didn't know if the war was still being fought
He didn't care
All he knew was that this was what he did now

It wasn't happy work
Wasn't sad or grudging
It was simple

He relocated
These old aparement complexes were perfect
He now knew why the gangsters liked them


A new vantage point
Another man
He lined up the man's head in the sights

Impossible to miss at this distance
The man's blue beret fell to the ground
With the body

Where a man once stood
Only a body remained
It was dirty work sometimes

He poured himself another cup of coffee