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The man jumped to his feet, and took off running down the hall. Corin crawled out of the room ran down the hall and up a flight of stairs. He moved cautiously down the hallway toward a door. He turned the doorknob and swung the door open, and several of his men appeared on the other end of the hall moving toward him.
“There’s a sniper down there somewhere shooting at me,” Corin said menacingly. “As soon as his head is separated from his body, I want his identity. He crawled toward the desk in the room as one of his men answered. “You got it, Boss.”
Corin grabbed a phone and dialed.
“Just listen,” he said. “I want you to send people to every building on the eastside high enough to take a shot at my office window; and if you find any suspicious characters, bring them to the underground garage and call me.”
“Clear, Sir, was the reply.
The stairwell door burst open as Eric walked in.
“Okay, Sir, we’ll get that damn sniper.”
“What the hell did you bring a mannequin for?” Corin barked. “If we can maneuver the dummy, and make the sniper fire
again, I’ll turn him off for you, Sir.”
“Do what you do.
Corin along with the others in the room watched as the sniper
prepared for action.
“Where the hell are all the cops?” Corin wondered. “I’m
going to have to move the shutdown schedule up. I just realized, all this shooting and glass breaking and not a cop in sight.”
“May I have your shirt, Sir?” asked the sniper.
“My shirt? Oh, I get it.”
The sniper initiated his regimen as if the mission was a
preprogrammed conditioned reflex. From his knees, he turned his hat around backwards, placed his rifle and binoculars be- tween himself and the dummy, and rolled toward the window stopping short of danger. He laid the dummy to one side, his rifle on the other, and used his binoculars to scan the area from the
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