A short story featuring 'Theatre-of-the-mind' audio design...

He is, by his own quiet estimation, the best freelance assassin alive. For two weeks he has scouted rooftops, studied a president's route, and calculated wind drift down to the minute of angle.

Every variable accounted for. Every contingency planned.

Every variable but one — a foul-mouthed local boy who has spent those same two weeks making a habit of tormenting him, never once suspecting who, or what, he's been provoking. Now, from a rooftop hide a thousand metres out, with the crowd gathering below and the clock finally running down, the assassin waits for his moment.

A taut, technically ruthless short story about the mechanics of a professional kill.