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ASSASSINATION
Assassin in my entity...
Discreet is my identity.
Marksmanship of sharp precision...
Targets - victims by decision.
An unknown caller on my phone
Following ceasing dial tone.
Fast and brief, our conversation...
Extraction of information.
Our secret meeting then takes place...
Through darkness - eyes without a face.
Their speech and talk of no surprise...
Tone of their voice, I recognise.
The offering of my contract...
To off who is outlined exact.
My response - no hesitation
Towards this assassination.
Sourcing my weapons required...
Minimal in range desired.
Needed, crucial - ammunition...
Some provisions in addition.
My destination reached - each stair...
Climbing towards the top and there,
The target is spotted in the crowd...
Seemingly confident and proud.
Locked and loaded, I take my aim...
Accuracy - name of the game.
Scoping sniper, my trigger squeeze
Disposes - exposes with ease.
Screaming and tension all around
As I return back to the ground.
Surrounding mayhem on the rise...
The discarding of my disguise.
Later, on the news - expander...
Recorded footage, bystander.
My actions absent - not a trace.
I contact eyes without a face.
Back at the place of our meeting...
Reward for this - my defeating.
My payout figure paid in full...
Day in the life of trigger pull.
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Matthew Tripley
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