-The sniper was no amateur, the moment Desmond reacted he adjusted for the shot. Just the top of Ammourette's head was all he needed, and he saw his target just below Desmonds Shoulder. He took a moment to make sure his shot was clean, the man wasn't his target after all, he held his breath and silently asked Desmond one question that he couldn't hear from all those miles of distance between them.- "You faster than this bullet?" -He pulled the trigger.-