The man with the rifle placed a hollow point .308-caliber cartridge in the chamber as he sat watching the hill across the lake. The two targets had been meeting every Sunday morning for the past month at the same time and place, and he did not really expect any deviation. Twenty-five thousand dollars per person was good money and he planned on this being his last hurrah, so to speak. However, he didn't understand why the Senator wanted the clothing removed from the two victims once the hit was complete. There must be a message somewhere, but he had been hired to kill not to ask questions, and he had learned that lesson a long time ago.
He closed the chamber and took aim at the spot. The sun was bright and the leaves on the Cypress tree rustled softly in the light breeze. He had been here a month tracking the subjects and he really liked this town, Austin. He especially liked the park. Perhaps when he retired he would come back and buy a house, settle down and watch all the coeds drink beer.
Maybe he'd even take some botany classes. The Senator had told him to hide by the cypress tree to get the best shot, but he didn't know a cypress from a pin oak.
The targets showed up, right on schedule. He took aim, fired, and reloaded. Taking aim again, he found that the second target was gone. Possibly he ran off after his buddy took a .308 hollow point in the middle of his head. The leaves rustled again. That's when it hit him: Cypress trees don't have leaves. They have needles.
Shit, he thought. Who the hell did I just kill, anyway?
Opening: Austexgrl.....Continuation: Mignon