Time for a quick kill. You couldn’t plan for this in a million years.
He turns and scurries back towards the edge overlooking the park as he unslings his rifle and checks that it’s ready for the job at hand. It’s loaded and ready to rock, as always.
He leaves the backpack, but not before removing the tablet. With the rope still attached to the harness for a quick escape, he crawls the last few inches to the edge of the roof, then switches the tablet back on and taps the screen to start the app. After a few seconds it gives him a view of the park. The swarm below looks like a horde of ghosts, pale faced and emaciated.
Lost souls trapped in purgatory. Soldiers standing to attention and ready for