The sniper felt overly conspicuous in his red hoodie. He felt like there should be neon signs all around him: LOOK AT ME! I’M SOMEONE SUSPICIOUS! I’M UP TO NO GOOD! LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT ME! RIGHT OVER HERE! DO YOU SEE ME NOW?
But all of his other clothes had gone up in smoke in the hotel fire. The red hoodie had survived only because it was made out of fire retardant material.
He raised his gun as his quarry stepped onto the suspended bridge.
At least the money from this job would be enough to buy a whole new wardrobe.
Maybe even a house.
All he had to do was wait for the right moment.
Just the right exact moment.
The doppelganger watched his other self cross the bridge.
Look at me.
I am here.
Stop and look at me.
His other self stopped at the midway point.
Look at me.
Please look at me!
I know one of us will disappear, but I’m willing to take that chance.
Will you look at me?
Will you see me?
His other self turned and scanned the horizon.
The doppelganger started to raise his arms to get his attention.
His other self averted his gaze and ran the whole length of the bridge.
The doppelganger smiled.
He got away this time.
But there’s always a next time.
You will see me.
You will look at me.
I will make you look at me.
And we’ll see who disappears.