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    Assassin
    Assassin
    Assassin
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    Assassin

    By JF Bone

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    The rifle lay comfortably in his hands, a gleaming precision instrument that exuded a faint odor of gun oil and powder solvent. It was a perfect specimen of the gunsmith's art, a semi-automatic rifle with a telescopic sight--a precisely engineered tool that could hurl death with pinpoint accuracy for better than half a mile.

    Daniel Matson eyed the weapon with bleak gray eyes, the eyes of a hunter framed in the passionless face of an executioner. His blunt hands were steady as they lifted the gun and tried a dry shot at an imaginary target. He nodded to himself. He was ready. Carefully he laid the rifle down on the mattress which covered the floor of his firing point, and looked out through the hole in the brickwork to the narrow canyon of the street below.

    The crowd had thickened. It had been gathering since early morning, and the growing press of spectators had now become solid walls of people lining the street, packed tightly together on the sidewalks. Yet despite the fact that there were virtually no police, the crowd did not overflow into the streets, nor was there any of the pushing crowding impatience that once attended an assemblage of this sort. Instead there was a placid tolerance, a spirit of friendly good will, an ingenuous complaisance that grated on Matson's nerves like the screeching rasp of a file drawn across the edge of thin metal. He shivered uncontrollably. It was hard to be a free man in a world of slaves.

    It was a measure of the Aztlan's triumph that only a bare half-dozen police 'copters patrolled the empty skies above the parade route. The aliens had done this--had conquered the world without firing a shot or speaking a word in anger. They had wooed Earth with understanding patience and superlative guile--and Earth had fallen into their hands like a lovesick virgin! There never had been any real opposition, and what there was had been completely ineffective. Most of those who had opposed the aliens were out of circulation, imprisoned in correctional institutions, undergoing rehabilitation. Rehabilitation! a six bit word for dehumanizing. When those poor devils finished their treatment with Aztlan brain-washing techniques, they would be just like these sheep below, with the difference that they would never be able to be anything else. But these other stupid fools crowding the sidewalks, waiting to hail their destruction--these were the ones who must be saved. They--not the martyrs of the underground, were the important part of humanity.

    A police 'copter windmilled slowly down the avenue toward his hiding place, the rotating vanes and insect body of the craft starkly outlined against the jagged backdrop of the city's skyline. He laughed soundlessly as the susurrating flutter of the rotor blades beat overhead and died whispering in the distance down the long canyon of the street. His position had been chosen with care, and was invisible from air and ground alike. He had selected it months ago, and had taken considerable pains to conceal its true purpose. But after today concealment wouldn't matter. If things went as he hoped, the place might someday become a shrine. The idea amused him.

    Strange, he mused, how events conspire to change a man's career. Seven years ago he had been a respected and important member of that far different sort of crowd which had welcomed the visitors from space. That was a human crowd--half afraid, wholly curious, jostling, noisy, pushing--a teeming swarm that clustered in a thick disorderly ring around the silver disc that lay in the center of the International Airport overlooking Puget Sound. Then--he could have predicted his career. And none of the predictions would have been true--for none included a man with a rifle waiting in a blind for the game to approach within range...
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherXinXii
    Release dateOct 31, 2015
    ISBN9781612102290
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      Assassin - JF Bone

      Assassin

      by Jesse Franklin Bone

      Copyright ©1958 by Jesse Franklin Bone

      This edition published in 2011 by eStar Books, LLC.

      www.estarbooks.com

      ISBN 9781612102290

      This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

      The aliens wooed Earth with gifts, love, patience and  peace. Who could resist them? After all, no one shoots Santa  Claus!

      Assassin

      By Jesse Franklin Bone

      The rifle lay comfortably in his hands, a gleaming precision  instrument that exuded a faint odor of gun oil and powder solvent. It was a perfect specimen of the gunsmith's art, a  semi-automatic rifle with a telescopic sight--a precisely  engineered tool that could hurl death with pinpoint accuracy  for better than half a mile.

      Daniel Matson eyed the weapon with bleak gray eyes, the eyes of a  hunter framed in the passionless face of an executioner. His blunt  hands were steady as they lifted the gun and tried a dry shot at an  imaginary target. He nodded to himself. He was ready. Carefully he  laid the rifle down on the mattress which covered the floor of his  firing point, and looked out through the hole in the brickwork to the  narrow canyon of the street below.

      The crowd had thickened. It had been gathering since early morning,  and the growing press of spectators had now become solid walls of  people lining the street, packed tightly together on the sidewalks.  Yet despite the fact that there were virtually no police, the crowd  did not overflow into the streets, nor was there any of the pushing  crowding impatience that once attended an assemblage of this sort.  Instead there was a placid tolerance, a spirit of friendly good will,  an ingenuous complaisance that grated on Matson's nerves like the  screeching rasp of a file drawn across the edge of thin metal. He  shivered uncontrollably. It was hard to be a free man in a world of  slaves.

      It was a measure of the Aztlan's triumph that only a bare half-dozen  police 'copters patrolled the empty skies above the parade route. The  aliens had done this--had conquered the world without firing a shot or  speaking a word in anger. They had wooed Earth with understanding  patience and superlative guile--and Earth had fallen into their hands  like a lovesick virgin! There never had been any real opposition, and  what there was had been completely ineffective. Most of those who had  opposed the aliens were out of circulation, imprisoned in correctional  institutions, undergoing rehabilitation. Rehabilitation! a six bit  word for dehumanizing. When those poor devils finished their treatment  with Aztlan brain-washing techniques, they would be just like these  sheep below, with the difference that they would never be able to

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