Dead Shot

Looking deeply into the reflection in his eyes
No emotion; a blank slate
Eyes gone grey
Done so many times before.
But this was different,
once were friends,
now his assignment.
Perched on a rooftop, birds eye view.
He took aim.
One cold, heartless move
Clenching the trigger
His eyes reflected the sights.
Target in view
A perfect opportunity.
He paused, unable to do it
But, he had to
It was his life or theirs
He pulled the trigger
Bullet pierces the window.
Target down
A dead shot.
Screams filled the room
He spoke to his boss,
no emotion in his eyes
“It is done”.