[ WP ] The world 's best hitman prepares to kill the world 's luckiest man .

`` *7:15: Target enters Larry's Donut Store* 
 
 `` *7:30: Target exits Larry's Donut Store* 
 
 `` *7:32: Target has crossed 7th avenue. Approximate crossing time 1-3 minutes* 
 
 McGregor kneeled down and began assembling his rifle from his vantage point. 
 A quick glance at the expensive rolex on his right hand revealed that it was 6:55. He was there early. Good. By 6:58 he would have finished assembling his weapon and he would have precisely 17 minutes for his target to arrive. 
 
 `` *7:34: Target glances in front of Terry's Clothes for Fine Gentlemen. Glancing takes approximately 30 seconds to 1 minute to complete. * 
 
 `` 7:35: Target is dead before his body hits the ground.'' 
 
 McGregor had finished assembling his rifle and began taking off his watch. He needed his hands to be as steady as possible, and the rolex's tight grip increased his left hand's blood flow. For four straight weeks McGregor had began stalking his target to learn about his daily routine. By the end of the fourth week he knew what time his target slept, what food he preffered to eat and with what hand he wiped his ass. 
 
 McGregor had been cautious during surveillance; his target was one of the richest individuals in his region. Background checks revealed that he had made astronomical amounts of money through what seemed to be random investments into stocks that had their prices soar sky-high a few weeks after he purchased them. He made a fortune selling his shares which would plummet in value a few days after the transaction was complete. Yet the target had no security personnel nor did he wear any type of body armor. 
 
 What peaked McGregor's interest during the background check however was the list of medical files for minor injuries his target had procured. The files themselves were of no particular interest; however how the injuries had been sustained sparked McGregor's curiosity. Four different car crashes, three cases of mugging, two explosions during a factory visit. Through all that, the target had survived with only scratches, a few bruises and some deep gashes that were no longer visible. Time to give him something a little more permanent he thought with a sinister smirk. 
 
 `` *7:33: Target is walking across 7th avenue* 
 
 `` *7:34:12: Target is glancing at Terry's Clothes for Fine Gentlemen. He begins turning his body to the right as if to move on. Unexpected, but it's now or never. * 
 
 McGregor held his breath and fired his shot. The sound of the body hitting the store's glass frame and shattering the glass meant that he had succeeded. He backed off his vantage point and disassembled his rifle. Time to disappear. 
 
 Antony Johnson slowly lifted himself from the pile of broken glass. A young mother closed her little boy's ears so he would not hear the curses being uttered from the strange man that had fallen into the store. Johnson looked down at his shoes and noticed the untied shoe laces on his left foot. As he was glancing into the store he remembered that it's his 5 year anniversary with his wife, and that he was already late to dinner with her. In his rush he must have stepped on his laces and tripped inside. Johnson reached into his jacket, picked up his phone and dialed a number. 
 
 Back home Ms. Johnson was listening to Elvis Presley's `` Burning Love'' on the radio full blast as she poured herself some more wine. This was probably one of the happiest days of her life. Halfway through singing along and mimicking the `` Kings'' legendary dance moves, her eyes caught her vibrating cellphone on top of the dinner table with only one plate set aside. Her playful, blissful attitude suddenly turned into a melancholic, shocked one, similar to the sight of people who have just received bad news. She quickly turned off the radio, put her glass down and made her way to the phone. As she answered the phone, the look of surprise on her face was followed by mundane answers and hypocritical remarks of care. She closed the phone, opened up her private agenda and crossed a tenth name off the list. 
 
 `` Pathetic amateurs.'' she thought. `` All ten of them''
