He nods. He barely even does that. His focus is narrowed down to a bright point, everything strangely clear and sharp. He can see the man moving in his sightlines. It's so easy, it always was, and that was always the worst part. Just a little squeeze of his finger and the back of the man's head explodes into a spray of red and he drops, flickers, is gone.

"Where'd--" one cries, and another yells, "Shit! Sniper!" But it's not even that much. Just a couple of schmucks with guns and it's like a fucking shooting gallery. You were stupid, boys. You're gonna pay for that now.