WHO:
devilcalledlove and
incywincyhero.
WHERE: BIG FAT RICH DISTRICT
WHEN: Sunday late afternoon, February 6.
WARNINGS: --
SUMMARY: Bullseye goes to finish off
St. James' job. Spider-Man stops him.
FORMAT: W/e.
The guy is a big business type. He's round around the middle and wears good suits and smokes imported cigars. He's on his condo's balcony, nursing a bottle of scotch, and talking with three other businessmen about whatever is going down tomorrow--something that could be detrimental to one of the mob's interests in this city or maybe it's just another psycho seeking out revenge. Bullseye doesn't need the details. He just needs the big score.
He's perched on the building opposing the condo. His new sniper rifle is poised and ready. Bullseye looks at his watch, counting down the minutes before he is ready to shoot. When the little ticker hits the big 12, the assassin grins. He looks through the scope, aims at the man's head, and pulls the trigger.
"Bullseye."