The following is a sci-fi drabble dedicated to David Wailing and his Auto series
The assassin placed his briefcase on the balcony. From within, he withdrew what appeared to be a child’s telescope. This he placed on the sill. He then removed the state-of-the-art eyewear.
Activating the glasses, he heard a soft purr from the device as the Cyclops XS2L#W© sniper rifle scanned the crowded plaza.
“Input Target,” a voice chirped in his ear.
He focused on the photograph lying beside the briefcase.
“Target acquired.” The device scanned the crowd, passing momentarily over an innocuous plastic duck sitting beside a similar device.
Too late, the assassin regretted declining the additional deluxe camouflage software option.
