ᏟᎾᏒᏒuᏢᏆᎬᎠ ᎠᎬᏟᎥsᎥᎾᏁs

ChApTeR - 15

"Just like in the army movies." She blurted out randomly.

"No, not just like the army movies. Pay attention." He moved forward, looking through his scope. From afar, three buildings over he could see Enrique Gonzalez, an important bishop from Mexico stuffing his face with food. Roman moved the gun around, looking at the security that was around him. "This prick always thinks he's untouchable." Roman shook his head. "Untouchable people like himself tend to do stupid shit like leave their blinds open. You've got to remember that whatever your status is in the world, you're always touchable."

"Noted."

"Look closely," Roman muttered, getting comfortable. He held the sniper firmly, but not enough to have it in a death grip. "Aim for the head, always. Never take your eyes off your mark, breathe easy." Roman took his phone from his pocket and dialed a number. "Once you're ready to shoot, you take a deep breath and hold it, then take your shot." He said while his phone rang. "Stay quiet for a second."

"Hello?" Enrique answered his phone, breathing heavily as he swallowed his food. "Hello?" He repeated. "Who is this?"

"It's me," Roman said. There was a long pause at the other end of the line. Roman could see Enrique sit up in his seat. "What's wrong, didn't expect me to call?"

"No... no, I did not." Enrique admitted. "We rarely talk over the phone. It's usually face to face."

"That's true. I thought it'd be best to take a different approach." Roman chuckled. "You okay, you sound shocked?"

Enrique began to stutter. "What? Me? Of course not, I... I just wasn't expecting a call from you."

"Why's that?"

Enrique gulped, chuckling nervously. "I told you already, we barely talk over the phone." He cleared his throat. "Is something wrong Roman? How come you're calling me, instead of setting up a meeting?"

Roman watched as he dropped his food, pushing his plate away to fold his hands. "No reason. I was just sitting here, thinking about when I was a boy and we first met. Out of all the things you said that day, I remember you reading a verse." Roman inhaled. "Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good." Roman paused. "Do you remember you saying that?"

"I do."

"Good." He licked his lips. "Someone has betrayed me, Enrique. They cut a deal with Cortez and disclosed the address of the safe house I was staying in, the same safe house that was given to me by the organization." Roman shut his eyes. "I did the calculations and they add up to you, the same person who's wanted me out of the organization for the longest."

Enrique started to look around. "Roman." He called, snapping his finger at his bodyguards. "Where are you right now?"

Roman cocked back his sniper. "I'm where I'm supposed to be Bishop and from the looks of it, you are too."

Enrique stood up frantically. "Roman, Roman listen to me. Whatever you're about to do, it's not worth it. God will surely punish you!"

"He already has." Roman aimed the gun at his head. "Goodbye, bishop." Roman fired the shot, watching within seconds as the bullet punctured through the glass window and hit the Bishop in the temple of his head. Sighing heavily, Roman hung up the phone and sat up straight.

Zadia turned to him. "Roman..." she started, not sure what she should say. She watched his shoulders fall. "That was... are you alright?"

"We need to leave." He told her, picking up the sniper and standing up. "It's only a matter of time before they trace that shot back to here." He began packing up, moving the chair back to its original place.