Diary of a Sniper

1/4/2007 Contract killing is one of the bloodiest professions a human can choose. I've been in the business for over 19 years and never thought about keeping a diary. I'm just getting old. There is no one to confide in. The only place for my secrets are in a diary no one will read. It helps with the nightmares but doesn't get rid of them. My worst nightmare is a single event that will never leave my memory. I was on a contract many years ago and I was hired to kill a business tycoon. His daughter heard the gunshot and saw the flash from the barrel. She jumped in front of him and took the bullet in his stead. Her face, frozen in terror, will always haunt my nightmares. I've had many names. At present, I'm Danny. On my last string of contracts, I was Carlos, in honor of Hatchman, the world famous sniper in Iraq. Last names aren’t safe. I don’t use mine. I received a series of odd contracts. Usually a client contracts me for a single target. I had a client –- let's call him, John -- who set up two targets. Both were easy kills. Easy kills usually mean