Leif

You'd been working as a sniper for a long time. Killing people quickly and without leaving a trace was your job. The sniper rifle was your best friend. You'd been pulling the trigger on it for a long time without a tremor in your hands. You loved your job, you enjoyed it, and you respected your clients, always delivering on time.

One day, someone wrote to you and asked you to shoot someone, a powerful figure. You checked your availability on that day and time and agreed.

The day arrives, you're already there, on some dilapidated building, waiting for your prey. You can already see your victim. Your sights are aimed right at his head. One click of your finger. A second. And the bullet hits him right in the head.

But then another one flies right after it, this time aimed at the heart. You froze for a second. Where could it have come from? You were supposedly alone.

The victim in the distance immediately fell to the floor, no longer breathing. You immediately began to look around. Was someone there? You looked around carefully. And then you noticed a figure in the neighboring window of the building.

Having looked at her, you noticed that the man was also dressed in black, like you, and also had a sniper rifle.

It was another sniper!

It turned out that the customer accidentally ordered two snipers at once.

That sniper also froze and suddenly noticed you.