The light in the building flickered in and out, casting restless shadows that danced across the concrete floor.
Alex sat on the wooden chair in his room, a Barrett sniper rifle laid out on the table before him with its tripod extended, and on the table, tools were scattered around. A scope in his right hand as he studied the sniper in front of him.
Placing the scope on top of the sniper, he carefully screwed it in place, his movements careful and meticulous.
After he was done, he leaned back in his chair and admired the gun, his right hand caressing it.
"It's a beautiful piece, isn't it?" His voice disturbed the silence in the room.
Still sitting in his chair with his back facing the entrance, he heard footsteps approaching.
"Yes, it is,"
Ana responded, her gaze lingering on the sniper with quiet longing.
But she soon peeled her eyes away from it, approached Alex, and stood behind him, her hands gently touching around his left shoulder, poking it lightly.
