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by Steeg Taylor (Author)
Like a traffic cop giving directions from the corner, Rayo pointed with an air of attempted casualness, but with a concerned gesture of urgency in the wave of his hand. John's limp was becoming worse, and Jim was helping John toward the corner. Without stopping to ask questions, Jim followed Rayo's hand signal and headed toward the market. Gaining ground with every step, the driver of the car was plenty close, and not far behind him were two angry men with soup- and grease-stained suits, two police officers, and a man from position one with a handgun and silencer under his lightweight raincoat. Dispatcher saw Jim Faithen running awkwardly around the corner assisting his friend. Drawing his rifle from its leather case, Dispatcher leaned to steady his aim to shoot. Jim turned the corner, helping John through the crowd as they maneuvered toward the marketplace. Steam began to rise from the tarred eaves as drops of rain splashed on the roof of the hotel. Dispatcher sighted Faithen through the scope rushing between vendor carts. Feeling the comfort of the cool drops from the sudden shower, Dispatcher leaned farther over the eave to get a bead on Faithen, zeroing in for a head shot. As the mist and torrent of the rain began to blur his sight, Dispatcher lowered his arms to the metal edge of the eave to steady his shot, targeting Jim's left temple.
