It's not really a pen name, it's part of a middle and the end of a last. Gleaned from the masses, camouflage complete. They know I'm here but not really, an obscure acquaintance of a friend of a friend. Precision and timing as always, exploited. The pause between heart beats when you squeeze the round off. Waiting on recoil, I long through the scope. Virgins are always a bad deal.

and off we go