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PROLOGUE
It would be the first kill.
The apprentice understood the years of practice, the countless targets destroyed, the training, the discipline, the hours of study, all led to this moment.
This cold, bright afternoon in January 2061 marked the true beginning.
A clear mind and cool blood.
The apprentice knew these elements were as vital as skill, as wind direction, humiture, and speed. Under the cool blood lived an eagerness ruthlessly suppressed.
The mentor had arranged all. Efficiently, and with an attention to detail that was also vital. The room in the clean, middle-class hotel on Second Avenue faced west, had privacy screens and windows that opened. It sat, unpretentiously, on a quiet block of Sutton Place, and offered a view of Central Park—though from nearly a mile away.
The mentor had planned well, booking a room on a floor well above the trees. To the naked eye, Wollman Rink was only a blob of white catching glints from the strong sun. And those who glided over it were only dots of moving color.
They’d skated there—student and teacher—more than once, had watched the target skimming, twirling, without a care in the world.
They’d scouted other areas. The target’s workplace, the home, the favored shops, restaurants, all the routines. And had decided, together, the rink in the great park offered everything they wanted.
They worked well together, smoothly, and in silence as the the mentor adjusted the bipod by the west-facing window, as the apprentice attached the long-range laser rifle, secured it.
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sp; Cold winter air eked in the window as they raised it a few inches. Breath even, hands steady, the apprentice looked through the scope, adjusted.
The ice rink jumped close, close enough to see blade marks scoring the surface.
All those people, the brightly colored hats, gloves, and scarves. A couple, holding hands, laughing as they stumbled over the ice together. A girl with golden-blond hair, wearing a red skin suit and vest, was spinning, spinning, spinning until she blurred. Another couple with a little boy between them, their hands joined with his as he grinned in wonder.
The old, the young, the in-between. The novices and the show-offs, the speedsters and the creep-alongs.
And none of them knew, none of them, that they were caught in the crosshairs, seconds from death. Seconds from the choice to let them live, make them die.
The power was incredible.
“Do you have the target?”
It took another moment. So many faces. So many bodies.
Then the apprentice nodded. There, the face, the body. The target. How many times had that face, that body been in the scope? Countless. But today would be the last time.
“Have you selected the other two?”
Another nod, as cool as the first.
