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I took the long way, skirting the area where the farmhouse was located. The woods were thin but provided ample cover as I moved, staying low. There was a slight elevation about sixty meters from the farmhouse. This position offered the perfect angle of the back door, where he would come outside to either vape or feed the sheep.
An easy shot. One I could make with my eyes closed. All I had to do was wait.
I sat behind a shrub, well hidden from the view of the farmhouse. There I assembled and loaded my rifle, each step performed in the same order. I stored everything I didn’t need in the brush. Lastly, I pulled on a brown beanie that would help me blend into the woods.
On my belly, I crawled into position, making sure not to disturb the surrounding vegetation. It was slow going but I had infinite patience when it came to carrying out my assignments.
When I was where I wanted, I stabilized the rifle on its bipod legs. I took out my range finder to get the exact distance. Then I adjusted for elevation and windage, and applied it to the sight for the perfect shot. Now all I had to do was wait.
No movement from inside the farmhouse. That wasn’t unusual. Most likely he was sprawled on the couch.
The sheep were milling about, bleating, no doubt hungry. That was good. It meant he would come outside soon.
I remained flat, completely still. The only movement was the slight rise and fall of my chest as I took measured breaths. The pad of my finger remained on the trigger, my face resting on the cheek weld. My heart was beating slow and steady as I watched.
It’s no different than any other assignment.
I repeated this to myself in my head. I needed to be ready to squeeze off a shot. No hesitation this time.
No thinking of bright blue eyes and blow jobs.
It’s no different than any other assignment.
A twig snapped nearby. I shifted in the direction of the noise—and saw Giulio there. He had a gun pointed at me, the same one he’d used the other day to destroy the bottles.
“Don’t fucking move,” he snarled.
My mind raced with a variety of scenarios. I could risk it, hoping his aim hadn’t improved. And if he did hit me, I doubted he would kill me. As long as it wasn’t in my chest or belly, I should be able to survive and take him out.
But the best idea was to play along, see what he planned.
“Clever of you,” I said as he drew closer. “I thought you were napping.”
“I’ve been waiting for you, hiding out here since daybreak. I knew this was what you were going to do.”
“Allora, now what?”
He crept closer, the gun aimed at my chest. “Get on the ground. Hands behind your head.”
I did as he asked. With my head turned to the side, I could see him out of my peripheral vision. All I needed was an opening. He couldn’t beat me in hand-to-hand combat. Just as soon as he came within reach . . . .
He was several meters away, but I didn’t take my eyes off him. “Is this where you have me dig my own grave? Or maybe give me a pair of cement shoes?”
“You watch too many movies.”
“So you’re not going to put a bullet in the back of my head?”
“Yes, I am.”
Steadily, he came up on my right side. His gun remained on me the entire time. My rifle was close, but I wouldn’t be able to shift it quickly enough to shoot him. I waited.
Then he made a mistake.
Lifting his foot, Giulio kicked at my rifle to get it out of my reach.
That was when I pounced.
Staying low, I rolled and tackled his legs. One yank and I had him down in the brush. The gun went off at some point and he landed on the ground with a grunt.
