Ryan stepped onto the walkway. The target scrabbled for footing on the icy pavement that separated the two industrial buildings, connected by that open walkway on which his assassin stood. But Ryan would not fail; there was no escape. He watched the man below slip and fall to the ground. The man desperately tried to crawl, slide, move out of the sharpshooter's sights, but he knew that it was useless. Ryan took aim--and fired.
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