A brief story for you all in one of my favourite genres, books aimed at boys 11-15 who don’t like reading and are about the armed forces or snipers.
One dark night.
One man shrouded in the darkness of his camouflaged gear. An unseen assassin in a night of inky blackness. In the lagoon below the President of Chile’s holiday house, his balaclavaed head broke the surface of the water. His wescolt 4563 model followed quickly after, water resistant to 200 metres. He spied the president and his mistress with his canon infrared 436 chinchillakilla night-vision goggles.
He fired one shot. It was true. The entry point was in the back of the Presidents head, the exit wound was through his nose then into the next entry wound of the women’s hip.
But our hero didn’t see this. He was already away miles down river. The only thing that would connect him to this crime was the particular bullets he used, Barrel nosed 382’s but he would be in international waters long before the secret police knew anything had happened.
