Henry was crouching in the shadows. He was positioned to the side of the building, perfectly covered by some shrubs. His eyes were glued to one particular window, watching silhouettes move across the light. The window was one of the last ones in the building with lights still on, but that soon would change.
The man looked at his watch and then back at the building. The following 30 minutes were spent in complete silence and stillness. Anyone looking toward his vantage point, even directly at the man, would not see any movement. A motionless figure dressed in black was hard to spot at night. So he would not move, not until it was time to pounce.
When he was just starting, this was the time when his conscience would question his actions, reminding him that his targets didn't deserve what would happen to them. But those days were long gone. The questions were silenced by money, a lot of money. And he started to enjoy the reward and forget about the consequences.
