Once he was sure the place was secure, he opened the case and pulled out his papers. It was a chemistry professor, he had been digging his nose in places he ought not to and knew things he really shouldn't.
He sighed. These were usually the cases. He took out his rifle piece by piece, cleaned and assembled it. Screwed in the barrel, screwed on the suppressor. No need for a flash suppressor, since it was daytime. Not very noticeable unless you knew where to look.
This was it. The time was right, another target was set to take the fall. It would look like a mugging gone wrong. The man was running away from Galin’s post, down an alleyway. One clean shot, right at the base of the skull, and he was no more.
his wallet was taken, and a matching casing was left at the scene. Spend a night to avoid any suspicion, and he was back on the plane home the next day.