Ieyosu picked up the Barrett, and worked the action, depositing a bullet in his hand. It weighed heavily, and his hand dropped a few inches before he could compensate. Heavy bullets, he thought, pulling the clip, and slotting the bullet back in. Depleted uranium tips by the look of it. He sighed, and climbed the tower from which he would take the shot. He rested the rifle on the edge of the tower, and pulled a C4 pack out of his pocket, and taped it to the side of the rifle. After a moments though, he pulled the clip out and looked at the bullets.
"Shame" he muttred, slamming the clip back in, and and arming the C4. "They'd fetch a pretty penny."
He lowered his head to the scope, and took carefuly aim, fixing his sights on the mans head. His target was overlooking the crowd, on a riased podeum, an easy shot for a marksmen of his calibur. Ieyosu vision narrowed, following the path the bullet would take, all the way into the mans forehead. He squeezed the trigger.