He got the text he was waiting for.
Now" it said.
He locked his phone, watching the screen turn black. Glancing upwards he saw his target and took a deep breath. He slowly drew his weapon, a small handgun easily concealed by his palm. He aimed it at the dark cloth draped on her back. He closed his eyes and pulled the trigger.
Nothing.
Again he pulled the trigger.
Click. Click.
He raised it closer to him, looking closely at the small firearm. Staring down the barrel of the gun he hits it lightly.
BANG
It worked.
