Three is the number and the number is three. (Highpoint)

With the ease of practice Highpoint flipped up the cover on the laser scope. Checking the target area he calculated for drop and the wind correction needed to decapitate his target with but a single spent uranium round. He occupied a rooftop twelve stoies above and two and a half blocks west of the hasienda he knew to be occupied by his target. After working several days with no leads he had finally had to call in far more markers then he typically liked to admit to in order to complete his latest mission.

What rankled him more then anyything else was the near mythic proportions this Quint character had taken on and Highpoint still was not able to locate so much as a photograph of the individual. Everyone knew of him but noone knew him. Now to top it all off word was that some out of town talent was looking for Quint also.

'Good luck to them both. After this project I'm taking some serious time off. These humans are getting far to difficult to understand.'

Glancing through the scope Highpoint could see that activity at the target point had increased due to the impending time of the transfer. Alvarez's escort had been made wise to the fact that their charge was under the gun. They were scheduled to move him to more secure quarters, which would provide the perfect opportunity, should he need to finish the contract.

"Time?"

'Seventeen thirty-four' replied the metallic voice in his head.

"Anyword from Umbra?"

'Negative.'

"Damn I wish he'd hurray up, I got shit to do." Highpoint replied again looking through the scope. As he was checking his calculations Highpoint heard the telltale buzz, indicating refusal of the target.

"Three?"

'Affirmative'

"So be it." Highpoint now knew the mark was his to take. Exhaling until his lungs were empty he gently stroked the trigger. Highpoint chambered a round and settled in for the wait.

Not long aftfer a car screeched to a halt in the circle drive in front of the house. A pack of men suddenly burst through the door appeariong to bullrush the car. Highpoint knew the target was in the center of that mass, hence his selection of the spent uranium slugs. Targeting the person nearest his vantage point he exhaled and stroked the trigger three times in rapid succession. Three rounds leapt from the weapon virtuall simultaneously. They tracked the head, shoulder and mid torso of the chosen target.

Watching through the scope Highpoint witnessed first hand the evaporation of everything above the waist of the first man, the decapitation of the target and finally the death slumber of three others in the pack. Aparently two of the bullets riccocheted off bone and scewed trajectory slightly taking out tertiary targets. All told five men full dead from the three rounds fired.

Dropping the rifle on the rooftop, Highpoint made his exit.

"Silhouette"