Who: Jacqueline Legrand. What: Narrative. When: Friday Night. Where: London, England. Warning: Character death, but who?
Jacqueline had been waiting in position for over an hour now and she was beginning to get very cold and wet. The London weather was one of the reasons she hated taking jobs in this particular city. She always ended up cold, wet and bored for hours. Today was obviously not going to be exception to that rule.
She had a lot to do today, arriving early in the city was only part of that and the rest of her day was spent focusing on the two jobs she’d be working this visit. The information was easy to come by; there was always an intern or someone at the Agency who wanted to think they were important enough to know the inside scoop. All she had to do was get them talking and that was the easiest part of her day. Rumours about the new Security Director she could work with, and information about floor plans.
At least she had something a little more current to work with for tomorrow. The last time she’d broken into Agency HQ was a year ago, but the challenge would be half the fun. Unlike this job, this was probably going to be the boring part of her long weekend in England.
Hours passed, and Jacqueline didn’t move from her vantage point in the building across the road from her targets home. Her back hurt from sitting still for so long but she ignored it. The worst part about the waiting wasn’t the pain, or the cold, or the rain flying in through the open window. It was the waiting. It was a good thing she was a patient woman, or she’d have to look into changing careers.
Eventually the waiting paid off and her target stepped into view. She followed his movements through the scope of the sniper riffle. Her heart was beating in her ears and she took a deep breath, and waited for him to go right where she needed him to be. Now that she could see him, waiting became easier. It was less of a chore, less boring and less bothersome. It became a game. She was hunting him, playing with him, and he didn’t even know it yet.
“Come on, move right where I want you.” She said to herself. “Right… there.”
She took the shot. Pulled the trigger once and watched the bullet fly through the air and into his head. The skull exploded, blood spraying backwards with a mixture of scalp and brain. Jacqueline allowed herself a small smile before dismantling her gun and placing all the parts into her waiting black bag.
She punched a number into her cell phone and waited for him to pick up. “Hey Morgan, it’s all done. I expect the other half of the payment to be in my account by the time I get back to my hotel.” She didn’t wait for a response and hung up on him before putting the phone back in her jacket pocket.
Her first job of the weekend was done, and it could only get better.