The bike messenger parked his bike on the busy sidewalk outside a small office building and walked inside, a fat manila envelope in his hand. Ballcap pulled low and mirrored aviators covering his eyes, his only real distinguishing facial feature was the jet black beard he'd grown.
He smiled at the receptionist and flirted with her for a moment before holding up the envelope and asking which office it needed to be delivered to. She informed him it was the small law firm upstairs to his left and he smiled again, thanked her, and went upstairs to drop it through their mail slot.
Then he stepped into the bathroom at the end of the hall, went into the large handicapped stall at the end, and opened the window. It was a privacy window, allowing light but no means of seeing inside, and the last time he'd been in the building, he'd used a knife and a screw driver to make it capable of opening since it had been screwed shut and painted over years ago.
Now it opened easily, and he swung it open it open and looked outside. Perfect, just the way he'd remembered it. He studied the movement of the flag on the pole across the street and checked the wind speed and direction on his smart phone's weather app and nodded.
Then he slid off his unobtrusive looking backpack, set it on the back of the toilet, unzipped it, and went to work.
The Nemesis Arms Vanquish is a sniper-grade .308-caliber rifle that breaks down and fits into a backpack without losing its zero, or point of aim. He pulled out the rifle, extended the collapsible stock, snapped the bipod into place, then attached the barrel and screwed on the securing collar. Next, he threaded the silencer he'd made from a Mag-lite flashlight onto the end of the barrel, inserted a magazine, and worked the bolt, chambering a round.
Now he just had to wait fifteen more minutes.
Twelve minutes later, his target rolled up to the courthouse across the street and stepped out of his old Crown Vic. The man was a judge who typically handled divorce and custody cases, and he was full-blown feminists and social justice warrior who used his gavel and the power of the court to fuck men over every single time. He'd recently been in the news for giving sole custody of two children to their mother, who was an unemployed crackhead, and arbitrary denying the father any right to even see his own children, despite having to pay both child support and alimony. When the 'bike messengerPost too long. Click here to view the full text.