Lethal.

The sun was gone by this time, but still the sweat dropped from my face and onto the hard ground below my body, which lie prone and still. I look at the watch hugging my wrist and heave a quiet sigh.
02:55.
For being two in the god damn morning it sure was hotter than Hell. I look through the scope of my MK22 Mod 0 advanced sniper rifle, sweat dripping into my eye, causing it to burn, as I watched my target. Sleep begged to invade, yet was denied access. The usual. My heart drummed loudly, pounding against my thoracic cage. You never get used to this kind of thing, killing another human being I mean.

I see him stand, shaking the hand with another man. Business partners, except he's not selling half of a typical grocery store business, he is selling half of his Arsenal. Guns, bombs, Missiles, oh my. The second party leaves and my target, Samuel Ashkenazi, steps to his window, full view, to close the white curtains.
"I got cha, you son of a bitch," I mutter under my breath. I aim the barrel of my trusted partner, and look two BRH's between his eyebrows, hold my breath, and pull the trigger. It all happens in a second or less.
First the bullet whistles through the trees, my gun barely making a noise when fired, then it hits his window, a small bullet hole in the glass, followed with some spiderweb cracks around it, next the bullet pierces Samuel's skin, bone, and brain, finally he collapses, dead instantly, not knowing what hit him.
No one having time to blink.
Time of death: 03:01.
My mission is complete.