The Sniper Behind The Rifle Knew My Breathing Better Than I Did

left the party. He’s heading your way.”

“He’s not supposed to be up there yet.”

“I know. Something’s wrong. Get in, get it done, and get out.”

The elevator ride was the longest sixty seconds of my life. The doors opened to a silent, cavernous office. The city lights twinkled like a distant galaxy through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The server hub was continue reading …