Sure Shot 3

continued from Sure Shot 2

He checked the time. It was 10 minutes to 5pm. "They really built these things to last," he muttered, speaking of the agency-issued Vacheron Constantin Malte Chronograph.

"The Swiss make fantastic watches."

At 10 to 5, he had at least an hour to rest up and think of a plan. He was certain that the attack would come at the first sign of darkness. There was a small window at the wall facing east, and a door to his south was boarded up, but its transom had been left open. Two possible exit points were worth a million in times like this, he thought.

After allowing himself to rest for 5 minutes, he checked his ammo again. "Eight, nine, ten," He also had an additional full clip, a couple of fragmentation grenades,and his trusty Bowie. He vowed to make sure not a single thing was wasted. He moved to a vantage point near the west wall, still behind the tables. "Come on, then," he said as he crouched into position, "Let's dance."

To be continued...