"Fucker," he swore softly under his breath as he slowly ever-so-carefully wiped the lens of the scope clear of sweat. For late April it was already hot, damn hot, and for the millionth time he wondered how he had always managed to endure it. He refocused his eyes again and peered through the crosshairs of his scope and slowly played it in an easy arc across the playground from his high vantage point on the water tower across the street.BAM! He imagined. He could just see all of them&nb...