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It would have been incredibly easy to take them both out.

The man first, just in case he had a gun –

Then the woman.

But if anything went wrong – if the man got off a shot or the woman screamed – it might alert security.

Neither of them was the target. It wasn’t worth the risk.

So I waited until they were gone.

I held my position for another 15 minutes just to be sure, then started moving again –

And then froze in my tracks when I heard a feminine wail in the distance.

Not of alarm –

But of passion.

I heard her voice cry out, short and high-pitched – “Ah – ah – Ah – AH – ”

And I immediately thought of fucking Lars and got seriously turned on.

Goddamn it, Rachel, keep your mind on the fucking mission!

Instead of on fucking missionary, a naughty little voice whispered in my brain.

Keeping my mind on the mission was difficult, though, as the woman reached a screaming climax.

I continued on my way. I figured I had at least ten minutes post-coitus where they wouldn’t stumble across my path.

As I moved, though, I could feel the wetness of my underwear… and not just from sweating under the noonday sun.

I found a spot at the edge of the olive orchards with an unobstructed view of the entire back of the house.

I used my range finder to measure the distance.

It was 1200 feet away –

Piece o’ cake.

Between me and the mansion were massive green lawns and a swimming pool off to the left.

Nice place, I thought. Organized crime must pay extremely well.

I lay on the ground in the underbrush, arranged my rifle, and started looking through the scope.

I went window by window, trying to find Rosolini.

The noonday sun loomed high overhead, which meant no direct light shining on the windows.

Which meant minimal reflections on the glass panes…

And thus better visibility.

Not only that, I had requested and received a polarized lens for my scope, which cut out even more glare –

Which meant I could see inside the mansion’s rooms.

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