I was hanging out at Blackbob Park enjoying the sweet taste of my Pepsi cola when I received word that my target was tending to her nails at a local nail care establishment. It did not take long for me to finish my beverage and make the leisurely drive down the street barely a mile away to the target area. Along with a few friends I entered the building and walked directly over to my target and began small conversation about topics that I was genuinely there to talk about. After a few moments had passed and a few piecings were revealed I made my move. Slowly from my back pocket I grasped my weapon of choice and took aim. In a split second of confusion it had been done. Multiple shots eliminated her on the spot. Others in the building looked on in disbelief that I had just shot her with a squirt gun. I turned explained the events that their un- worthy eyes had just witnessed, and then preceded to the exit.