posted on May, 4 2012 @ 10:57 PM
By now the world had head of the sniper. Head taken out the attorney general, the secretary of state, and the secretary of defense. It had been two
weeks since the last kill and he was growing impatient again. He needed a new target. He had the council and the rest of the government living in
fear. His longest shot had been 1700 yards. 1700 yards and he still achieved the fateful pink mist.
He had become an unsung heroe of the people. The public hadn't a clue who he was. That did not stop their support for him. They knew he was doing all
that they wished they could do. He was doing the dirty work that no one else could. He was stepping up in a time that was needed most. The powers that
be were onto him and it was time to retreat and refit in order to fight another day,
He had accomplished his main goal. He struck fear into the heart of the elite. He had shown that no one was safe.
As he sat in his camp that night he added the hash marks to the stock of his rifle and prepared his gear for the next event. Soon, he would go higher.
Soon he would win it all. For now he must lie in wait and be smart. He cannot afford to be captured before his mission is complete for he is "Mad
As Hell, And He Won't Take It Anymore"