"Swallow your spit. You can't risk choking at this point", I say to myself as I clear my throat. I think back to the rules my mentor taught me. Clear my mind, breathe in and then exhale slowly, make sure to blink, open my senses to the world around me. Think of all scenarios this could play out, and deal with them accordingly.

"Hidden. You must remain hidden at all times. If you are spotted, you are a dead man", I recall him telling me. God that felt like years ago. I survey my surroundings; I'm roughly 750 meters North from my target, 50 meters high on an overlooking cliff face. Plenty of trees and shrubbery to hide me, the midday sun makes plenty of shadows. I know my plan and my exit strategy. It is time.

Guilt rings over me as I take the shot. As I pull the trigger of my sniper rifle, I think, "Well, here it goes. No going back now, huh? Was this the right thing to do? I sure hope so". The bullet soars over the landscape and finds it's mark. Right through the left eye. I save my celebration for later, I need to get the hell out of here, now.