As Ray stood in the gun store, he stealthily marked the owner's head and waited patiently.
From the roof-top of Ray's office, Jayce had set up one of their more experimental weapon. After receiving the target lock, Jayce fired the weapon. It sounded something akin to thunder.
The gun store owner turned to face the window, looking for a storm, and was almost immediately struck with some sort of tiny drill. He died quietly, and no-one could ascertain where the shot came from. Ray, his job complete, calmly stepped out of the store. He whispered into the radio inlayed in his coat's collar. "Target down, three to go."