Twenty degrees. Fifteen miles an hour winds to the west. 2.75 times normal glass density, inch thick. Single shot high velocity bullet.

"You ready?" The radio crackled.

Target in sight. Make a scene. Send a message.

"Kinda sad you're stuck all the way up there, buddy." The man in the red suit commented, drawing my focus from the shot. "The tequila is to die for here. Party is just wonderful."

I don't drink. He knows that I don't drink. He enjoys teasing me about it.

"Maybe try a shot after the mission? Something new! Exciting!"

"I'll be taking a shot at you if you can't shut up for a second." I replied. I need to focus.

"Oh, this isn't even a hard shot to take. I can see him from here!"

So can I.

Blood hit the wall behind the man with the awful goatee before the window even realized it was supposed to break. The people stained red around him were running away before he hit the ground. The drink that was in his hand fell to the perfect marble floor before anyone could put together what was happening.

Glass rained down onto the party guests, leaving only my partner in control.

"Beautiful work as always." He said, walking out of the grand hall, leaving the scene before anyone could ask questions. "I'll make sure the payment gets wired to you."

"You better." I answered. "I don't want to have to explain my frustration with your business practices."

"It was ONE time, dude!" He complained. He complains a lot. "I didn't get paid either! Just as upsetting for me. I mean, do you know how much my ex takes in child support?"

"I don't care."

"So cruel! I thought we were friends!"

"We're not." I replied. "This is just business."

I could practically hear his smile. "Isn't it always?"