^{Times Square, New York City - October 24th 2010}

This wasn't his first hunt, but it was surely his most time consuming and complex.  He shifted his legs trying to avoid them cramping up again. There had been a light drizzle earlier in the day just after sunrise but the rooftop was mostly dry, shielded from the worst of it by the towering buildings all around this part of town.  He'd had the good sense to wear warm gloves and a heavy jacket which he was now laying on. He had some jerky and drinking water in a flask fitted with a straw, so that he could take sips without having to lower his eye from the rifle scope. For the most part, he was pretty comfortable, apart from the cramps which came and went.

He'd been up on the roof now for almost six hours and there was still no sign of his target. The message had warned him there would be a long wait, he wondered for the first time how much longer that would be.  In a way he felt flattered that they had chosen him. There were literally hundreds of hunters in the New York area now and they could have picked any one of them, but they had chosen him.  He guessed that he had shown excellent patience before on the kill he'd made down in Trenton, perhaps that had gotten him moved to the top of the list.  Five confirmed kills so far in the last six months and not even a trace of any kind of investigation.  He had no idea if this was a particularly high figure, they didn't publish kills scores yet.

Ironically it had been his father that had taught him to be so patient, a wry smile touched his lips as he wondered if the old man would be proud of him if he could see him now.
He realized his thoughts were drifting away from the job, so he brought himself back to the moment.  He panned the rifle around, scanning the crowds below through the scope, looking for the target, searching for the telltale sign that would mark out the one person he had to shoot… still nothing.

The school party had moved on, probably into one of the many theatres, the Nun had also gone which was a shame as he'd kind of hoped it would be her.  The guy going through the trash was still there and so was the man in the raincoat who looked like he was waiting for someone.  Still no target though. The hunter waited on.