Kenny the Hitman inched the weapon out from the damp, dense shrubbery, took a slow deep breath and steadied his aim. A single line of cold sweat trickle down his forehead as he slowly moved the barrel from right to left, thus mirroring the progress of his intended target. He moved his index finger to the trigger and very gently squeezed to within a fraction of firing....it was at this point that one of the crosshairs fell off of his scope.