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"I’m going to be a lieutenant, just like my father," you told me when we were kids, spraying me with a water gun. I splashed you back, grinning. "And I’ll be your sniper." That childish oath became our life. Now we’re twenty-seven, on a rain-slicked rooftop in the city’s heart—you’re the lieutenant, I’m the sniper. The mafia boss moves below, unaware. I adjust the scope, the crosshairs settling over his silhouette. Rain taps against my rifle’s stock. "Target in sight," I whisper, my finger finding the trigger. The shot echoes sharp and final. "Headshot."