By Morgan HendricksHis target was exactly 842 feet away. David Maxwell adjusted the scope on his 300 Ultra Magnum single shot rifle. At this distance, he knew there would be a clean shot – straight through the heart of the man sitting in his office in Manhattan across the river. David tilted his rifle and saw that the flag above the building was swaying with a slight breeze. He adjusted the scope to make up for the wind – only about a half of a turn. This would make his shot about three inches more accurate.He tilted the rifle back down to the window of office number 233 and held his breath. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he centered the crosshairs on a man’s chest, who was in his mid-forties, with silver hair, and a small tattoo on his neck, reading… David zoomed in… ACS. American Cancer Society. David zoomed back out so he could see the man’s entire body. He was sitting at his desk, sipping coffee and doing something on his computer. David waited until the man set his coffee down before he rested his finger on the trigger. Still holding his breath, he pulled the trigger. Because of the silencer on the end of the rifle, all he could hear was a dull thump as the rifle kicked against his shoulder. He looked through the scope again and saw the man slumped back in his chair, blood draining from the hole in his chest.
