The man shadowed the woman from a conservative distance, slipping quietly into the night's long shadows. He was practiced at stealth, long ago death had been his business. Growing up in the south he'd been an avid hunter, skills that had been further refined in the marines recon unit. That was when the man had become a hunter of men instead of beasts. Sniper training had made him coldly efficient and infinitely patient. And so the man stalked the woman, who walked down lonely city avenues late this evening. He followed her remembering the skills of the past with deadly clarity as he tracked the woman with practiced invisibility.
The woman wa