"Perfect! They're in view."
Sarah Whitechalk sat in a tree on the outskirts of Zantaric. She was practicing her assassination skills today, and she had been following her "target" for the better part of the day. She didn't know the person she was following- she'd chosen them at random. Sarah held her binoculars up to her eyes. "They're alone. Nobody else in sight. Awesome."
Finally, it happened- her target craned their neck to look at something, allowing Sarah a perfect view of their carotid artery. She grinned. "Yes! This is the part where I'd kill them! I win!"
Sarah, of course, didn't actually kill her target- she had no reason to. She liked knowing that she could have killed them though, and that's what mattered. Satisfied, she began to climb out of the tree...
...And with a loud *SNAP*, the branch she'd been sitting on broke off of the tree. Sarah yelped as she plummeted to the ground, landing with a dull thud. In a daze, she looked up to see her target staring at her. Sarah went pale- the binoculars in her hands made it fairly obvious that she'd been watching somebody, and since they were the only other person around...
"Shit! It's, uh, not what it looks like!"
