“He’s going to die,” Franchesca thought aloud. “But how? Will he suffer pain until his last breath, short, sweet and neat, or quick and messy? Decisions.” The target is moving about nervously now, she thought. Time to concentrate. As the target moved about, she was absolutely sure that she was not spotted. She maintained position, waiting for the right moment. He likes to beat women and screw hookers, she pondered. Very messy.

She changed the bullet, she only needed one. However, she wanted a better one. The chamber was cleaned and flushed, and she had a silencer. Not much noise aside from the silent clicking of the hammer. She smiled, licked her lips. It always made her excited to make a “justice” kill. She despised men who beat women, and hated whores and men who used their “services”. He needs to have all his blood spilled, he needs to die really noticeable, real loud. The escape plan was simple, she had a room a couple of rooftops over, and there was a garbage pickup in a half-hour.