Obnoxious clicking was all that could be heard in the field where a mysterious man stood, waiting patiently for the person he had watched for so long to appear. The bulky man would wait outside said person’s window for hours at a time each day, memorizing their routines and how well the person stuck to them, that’s how he ended up here. Standing in a cold field in the dead of night, waiting patiently for his chance to strike. He had the eyes of a predator, it was rather fitting for his name, Hunter. Finally, the moment arrived. Hunter watched as the other man walked into the area, dragging a punctured trash bag that was shedding tears of blood. It was almost like a snail enjoying the sun on a leaf, leaving a trail of slime behind it. However the man Hunter was watching was no snail, and it certainly not sunny. Once the other man was in position, Hunter reached for a handgun in his pocket. Flicking the safety switch from on to off, he shot and shot not bothering to aim. Finally, the bullets hit their target. He had successfully assassinated a murderer.