*I lean against the outside of the building, on the thirteenth floor. I watch as a storm rolls in, and hang my head as the rain washes over. I snap up suddenly, as the glint of a scope shines across the street, in an old apartment building. I sigh, and shoulder my rifle, singing a nursery rhyme.* "Mary had a little lamb...little lamb...little lamb...Mary had a little lamb...who's fleece was white as..." *I pull the trigger, and watch as the scope across the street shatters, and a red mist rises for a moment.* "Snow." *I crawl into the building through an open window, and move to the lobby.* "Anyone home?"