Standing on top of a high building gave him a new perspective on life. He could see all the people move around hundreds of stories down. Fantastic. None of them were aware of him standing on top of the high office-buildning. They were unaware of the danger they were in. He was surprised over the fact that he had once been one of them. A ordinary man walking the streets looking at his feet and not looking around at the terrible world around him. Curse! How could he have been so ignorant to the worlds problems!

And now he was looking at the beautiful city of San Dorado. Main City of Mars. Capitols city. The City. He looked at the beautiful sunset. The sky was red. A beutiful sight. He knew he might die today but when looking at a view like this he felt immortal. He could have faced any enemy right now. And down there was his enemy. he could see him move out from the opposite building. Dressed in a suit and wearing sungalsses when the sun almost had set in the horisont. He knew the man for what he really was. The Enemy.

So Henry L. Smith took a step from the roof and started to fall towards the ground. Feeling the wonderful sensation of gravity grabbing him and pulling him down. He took a firm grip of his weapon. He would not miss. He would only get one good chance. One surprise. His superiors had told him that. "You must take him by surprise", they had said. And he would. The ground was getting awfully close now. So he aimed. It was difficult but he tried anyway. He ignored the thought of the ground coming closer, and tried to compensate for the movement. He had preapered himself for this difficulty by using a hyperactivator-drug. It helped him to move more quickly and to compensate more efficiently. He needed that.

He could see the Enemy in his imagining scope now. A good aim. He had the back of his head in the sight. A very good aim. He carefully squeezed the trigger.

The bullet left his SR-50 "vampire" with a "pop"-like sound. He loved silencers. He would have shot him from the roof, but at that distance... He was after all the enemy.

At the distance the bullet was fired, Timothy Haroldssen, Archheretic and spy, never felt the danger until it was too late. His head and all the bio- and necrotechnology it housed was blown of.

And Henry activated his jetpack that was integrated in his Martian Banshee-armor, and the crowd could see a red flash rising towards the sky. Once again he had served his corporation against the Enemy they had made him aware of.