[ FF ] A sniper watches from a hotel room on the 75th floor of the building he is in , through his scope he watches as his target enters a penthouse suite in the adjacent building , tell me what goes through the snipers mind as he watches his target .

The wind was bitingly cold, and the suited man knew he did n't have long before hotel staff noticed the lock on the door was broken. It was almost time, and the man switched on his thermal scope. The snipers 50 calibres would be more than enough to cross the street and go through the glass that made up the penthouse opposite. 
 He watched the glowing figure through his scope as it poured itself a drink and reclined itself all the way back of a deck chair. He was just about to take the shot when he made an odd decision which surprised even himself. 
 He decided to let the figure put its drink down. Sure, 250k was riding on this shot but he wanted to let his target die without alcohol falling all over its body. That would look terribly undignified, he thought to himself and smiled. 
 The figure, after putting its drink on one of the arms of the deck chair and leaning back, had its face blown off. 
 

