[i]Thump Thump Thump [/i] I hear my heart hammering through my chest. Every beat feels like a hammer. I was ready. All the time planning. Leading up to this as I load my rifle. Each bullet clicking into place. I finish. And slide the bolt forward. I sit there and wait. I feel a slight breeze through the window. It lightly pushed against my skin. Almost like a faint kiss on the cheek. I began to get excited as I heard the motorcade come around the corner. I look down my rifle's scope. Zeroing in on my target's head. I follow him for a bit. Six floors up. I stand up to get an ever better view. I inhale, then exhale. Holding my breath. Not taking in another. I pull the trigger, the bullet instantly finding its mark. Blood flies everywhere. I rechamber a round and fire again, this one hits too, brains and bits of His face are everywhere. I fire a third time, and this one misses. Three shots in six seconds in a moving target. And he was dead. My name is Lee Harvey Oswald, and the King is Dead. [spoiler]Keep it short and sweet. Yet let it hammer a very real situation home, and you'll have an added effect. [/spoiler]