Atcho peered through the scope. Crosshairs neatly divided the irregular birthmark on the target's forehead. What's the penalty for assassinating a foreign head-of-state? On US soil? Atcho remained steady while in his mind's eye he re-lived the events that had brought him to this point...
He buried the thought, took a breath, held it, and squeezed the trigger. Another man moved in front of the target.