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The contest is limited to 50 competitors. Each day, there are 5 winners. First place will get 1004 points, second place will get 1003 points etc. The person with the most total points at the end of the 15 day contest is the winner.
The prompt for this story is the following picture:
My Entry
Simon inhaled through slightly parted lips and then let it out slowly through his nose; all the while, keeping a steady pressure on the trigger.
Even though he was nearly a quarter of a mile away, Simon could see the pores on the man’s face. It would be a simple matter to the man out, but he couldn’t. The real target wasn’t yet on the scene.
The operation had been months in the making. Now, the elaborate trap was set and baited. Andre, the infamous assassin was the one they were after. The private jet loaded with fuel and money were designed to attract.
Supposedly, Andre would take payment upon arrival and then fly safely away. The risk was supposed to appear slight; the reward – substantial.
The FBI had agents all over the place. They all had orders to shoot Andre on site.
Simon heard the click before he felt the barrel of the gun pushed just under his right ear.
Andre!
“So Simon, we finally meet. How foolish of you to think you could trap me, using a jet full of money for bait.”
Simon stood slowly, keeping his hands in plain sight.
“Yes, Andre, it was a trap. But you are wrong about one thing.”
Andre flew backwards as the force of several bullets struck him simultaneously.
Simon walked over the now-dying assassin and said, “You see, I was the bait.”
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