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i have been waiting now for almost twelve hours, with no movement what so ever. my partner has walked by once with a sack of food, dropping it down to me. we dont know exactly how long i will have to wait. but i am good at waiting. if it is a game of patience, i can outlast anybody. i have heard the senator walk by five times now, soliloquizing. he mumbles to himself incessently!! i almost cannot take it, but my training holds strong. it is not time to hit. soon, very soon. it cant be at htre hotel, where we are now. its secure and very crowded, making it good, but not good enough. on his way home tonight, i will finally make my move. i have to pay attention to any zephyr tonight. sometimes, even the slightest breeze can affect the path a bullet will take. one our 42 minutes.

its getting closer now. only two more hours and the deed will be done, allowing me to can slip away without any hullabaloo. i can see him in my mind. his head of fake flaxen hair bobs briskly to the door. the guards surround him, twitching at the slightest sound. i dont twitch. i dont move. the guards will heave a sigh of relief when their beloved senator bourgouis is "safely" in the car, on his way to the party that is set up in his honor. ten years he has tortured this country, with his acts of "selflessness" it strikes me as ironicthat the things he has worked oh-so hard to destroy, are the very same things that will kill him now. i acn see the bastard dreaming about the thank you speech he will give his worshippers as they shower him with gifts. not the ordianry, run of the mill coffee mug and plaque. no, these things have so much more value. hundred dollar gas cards. free new carpet in his 100 ft sq office. these pompous old windbags can afford such trivalries since taxes have been inflated. one hour.

my inside informant tells me there might be a spontaneous side trip, and i need to be waiting at the prepared alternative location. i will wait a half hour before leaving, giving evryone time to leave. i wonder where he is going? an image fills my mind that makes me disgusted. how in the world pedophiles like him arent caught is beyond me. well, this one isnt getting away. not this time. it is so obvious that he will not be sanctified by the preacher before he meets his maker tonight. 31 minutes, 34 seconds.