Next course of action

Author's POV

The man dropped dead, his body hitting the ground with a thump. There were several other bodies scattered around him and they all had a clean shot to the head.  

It was a cold night. The wind whipped around Micheal's jacket as he stared down at the bodies sprawled on the floor. This was the heart of New York city. A place with tall skyscrapers that looked like they would kiss the sky.  

He stood on one of them, dressed in a hooded black coat and with a sniper set up, glaring into the distance.  

"Target confirmed dead," The earpiece in his ear rang with someone's voice.  

"I know, Andy. I killed the bastard," Micheal said dryly, feeling annoyed.  

Maybe it was the alcohol in his system. He had taken bourbon because it didn't make him tipsy easily. But it seemed it made him feel his emotions in a h