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Prologue

Cleaning guns had always soothed him. The smell of the oil, the focus required to disassemble and reassemble small parts, the rubbing motions as he worked the oil into them.

He had them all out tonight, a collection of a dozen different weapons, everything from small pistols to his semiautomatic AR-15 and AK-47. Running his rags and oil over them focused him on his new mission.

It was a good feeling to have a target again. A very good feeling. There was no longer any reason to contain his rage, no longer any reason to hold back. He’d be in and out, and the remains of the target would be carried away by woodland animals, leaving no trace.

Then he could carry on with life again. Only then.