Good thing I got a new lock for the shed. Jimbo’s a nosy little bugger. I’ve been busy since that little trip to the seaside. Making preparations, getting ready – you’re only as good as your planning.
While I work I get to think about things – like how that Yank was right. People being blown up there every day – their side, our side. Innocents caught in the middle. Every day someone somewhere gets the knock. His family have been informed – but who the fuck else cares. They’ve moved on to the next news item – like those bastards bricking Dixons and nicking stuff from PC World. No one cares about that poor fucker brought back in a box.
They have to be made to care – nothing like a bit of death and carnage for getting the message across.
Caro likes to think I’ve bought into all that political crap she spouts on about but I’d do it anyway because she asked me – because it needs doing, because it’s what I do – what I’m good at. I look at it like a job. I don’t think about all that political shit – I just know it’s the right thing and since I committed to this and started to get into the preparation I’ve been happier than I’ve been for a long long time.
Her and her friends think they’re smart but I know stuff they don’t – like what kind of materials to use and how to handle them and what kind of gun you need for what job. You don’t need an M107 – although it would be nice to have one. All you need is a high-powered hunting rifle with a decent sight. I got one of those courtesy of her stepfella – old Trevor. A Weatherby Mark V Accumark 30-378. I don’t know what old Trev was planning on hunting but that gun is one of the best there is. Accurate up to 500 metres, so they say. So you need that and you need a good vantage point. Checked a few out before going for the multi-storey. It’s the perfect spot – awaiting demolition so the place is boarded up. There’s CCTV but it’s all pointing in the wrong direction – easy to dodge. The stairs are blocked off so I go up the ramps. I check the spot every other day to look for any sign of work starting, dossers – skateboarder activity – wouldn’t want any surprises. It takes me longer than usual to get to the top with my leg thanks to Jimbo but when I get up there I know why I picked it – hell of a good position. I’ve got a hide up there made out of plastic sheeting coated with cement dust and bits of rubble – if there were to be a search they would never find me – they’d expect me to be out in the open like some tool – I crawl under the plastic pulling the edge over me like a hood. I take my scope with me – an S&B 5-25x56 day scope – plus state-of-the-art telescopic day and night all-weather sights x3-x12 x 50. Sight and spotting scope courtesy of the British Army.
I lie up with the whole town spread out on four sides of me – I could stay here for hours.
There will be security – no doubt – but he’s not exactly the President of the United States. They won’t be patrolling every high-rise in the town – they’d judge this out of range in any case. Plenty better spots a lot nearer than this – not many would be able to make the hit from here.
Not many. Except me.