One Hundred and Three

His mind was unnervingly calm for what he was about to do. His mundane gray suit and red tie, camouflaged him in the office. He quietly closed the door behind him. The man sitting behind the desk didn’t look up, merely inquired into the stranger’s business. Upon hearing this, the stranger set down his briefcase, reaching into his jacket. Out came a silenced pistol. Three muffled taps rang out. 72 didn’t blink.