the roof he zero’s the scope on Richard to match the distance between the school and the shopping centre.

If the opportunity to take the Alpha out came up again, he wouldn’t miss it, or the shot.

He looks down at Richard, he’s loaded with a larger calibre bullet than Mikey. Enough to pierce the thick glass of the shopping centre, or anything else to be honest, but very loud. Mikey’s rounds were smaller, capable of being quieter with the right silencer.

Steve: Big Richard, my hammer, Mikey, my chisel… Jesus, I need to decide on my metaphors.

Is it a painting or a sculpture? This is getting confusing. Paint brushes, let’s stick with that. I like painting better anyway.