A car careened around the corner. The screeching tires ripped him from his shallow sleep and in a moments confusion he pulled the trigger, firing at nothing in particular and sending the hotel doorman scurrying inside. In an uncharacteristic panic, he threw the rapidly disassembled rifle into a bag, along with the wrapper from his sandwich and the flask of coffee. Useless bloody coffee! He rushed out the room and tripped over a fire extinguisher, falling down the top flight of stairs and breaking his wrist.
Some time later, reading a three-week-old newspaper, he found out that the ambassador had died in a lift accident. He laughed. It probably wasn't even an assassination, knowing this countries approach to health and safety. He celebrated with a cigarette and the smoke dissipated quickly in the warm air of his cell.
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