He had placed a simple GPS device to the bottom of their truck, the system sending an image of the pickup to the screen of his monitor, which was secured to the dash of his rented vehicle. From a distance of three miles he could safely follow without being seen. And when the vehicle finally came to a stop close to Senator Shore’s residence, he couldn’t have been more elated. The Iscariot Agenda was going well. Parking the vehicle approximately a block away from where the Hardwick brothers parked their beefy pickup, the assassin found a vantage point on the slightly canted rooftop of a 24-karat home that had been foreclosed apparently for some time, at least by the appearance of the dead lawn and unkempt shrubbery. From his position he had a perfect view of the pickup. And through the scope of the CheyTac M200 he appropriated from Hawk, the vehicle seemed within a stone’s throw away. With precise handling he removed the additional pieces of the rifle from his backpack and began to assemble them, carefully snapping the sections together.
