Sure Shot

He thought perhaps it was the animal costume that gave him away. But not unlike some shamed jungle cat who had just watched lunch scuttle away and vanish into the dense undergrowth, what was most arguably the world's stupidest assassin licked his wounds and muttered, as if in a trance, "it was the costume... it was that stupid disguise..." It was like he thought muttering would make the agony of failure go away. The task was fairly simple. The target, exposed--only an aircraft carrier sitting on someone's backyard was easier to hit. Yet, as was fast becoming a habit, he drew too much attention and the mark's bodyguards picked him out before he could even set his gear up. There was a blur of fur, a quick burst of gunfire, and then all he could hear was his own breathing inside the lion-head mask.

To be continued...