![]() ![]() "OK, to tell you where to send my money." "When does it need to be done?" he asked. He lifted it off the saucer and tilted it and watched the sludge in the bottom flow toward him, slow and brown, like river silt. Then November came, and the rules changed completely. Above all, an attempt that wouldn't fail. ![]() It would be a better attempt, carefully planned and properly executed, built around technique and nuance and sophistication, and enhanced by unholy fear. They spent October acting like the professionals they were, starting over, calming down, thinking, learning, preparing for their second attempt. It was like the bullet had never been fired at all. It flew on straight and true until its energy was spent and gravity hauled it to earth in the far distance where there was nothing except empty grassland. It struck no obstacles, hit no buildings. He just kept on with his speech, unaware, because by definition a silenced bullet is too fast to see and too quiet to hear. They saw it over and over again, afterward, on television. Maybe even through his hair, because he immediately raised his hand and patted it back into place as if a gust of wind had disturbed it. The bullet must have passed right over his head. They used a silencer and missed him by an inch. They used their usual method to get past security and set up a hundred feet from where he was speaking. It could have been a disaster, but it was actually a miracle. ![]() ![]() They found out about him in July and stayed angry all through August. ![]()
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