"There he is," Pierre Armont said, peering through the fog with his
Tasco Infocus Zoom binoculars. They did not require focusing, and with
a touch of a lever he jacked up the power from six to twelve. "I want
the sucker myself. We missed him in Beirut, but this time . . ."
Up above, Sabri Ramirez was gliding along the side of the fallen
gantry, an automatic in his hand. Ramirez, Armont knew, was famous for
his Beretta 9mm, used to such deadly effect over the years. It was his
trademark, always employed for assassinations.
But now, finally, after all the years. There was the Hyena, exposed and
clear. One shot. One shot would do it.
"He's mine." Armont leveled his MP5, captured Ramirez in the sight, and
clicked it to full auto. Vance was a genius. He had lured the Hyena
from his lair. Take him out, and the whole op would be over in time for
morning coffee.