In a kill that ended up being a little less ethical than I would have preferred, I ascertained my target’s whereabouts and waited for him to appear. His class began without him, and I worried that he decided not to attend that day. I almost gave up hope of his arrival when I saw someone walk toward the classroom. I hesitated, unsure of his identity at first, then I called out his name. He reemerged from the classroom just long enough for me to shoot him three times in the chest.