Yuri Sadisuto

Fve minutes left.

As I look at my watch and realize the moment is finally upon me, I feel the side of my leg and confirm the pistol I strapped onto it is still there. This is the tenth time I've checked and if I had any more time, I'm sure I'd check ten more times.

Three minutes left.

The pathway is as empty as it has been for the last half hour. During the day, this path would see at least two or three people walking by in half the time, but I needed to make sure there would be no witnesses to what I was about to do and came a few hours after the university closed for the day. From everything I had learned about Terri and his routine, this was the most isolated he would be. Once a week, at some time after 10pm, he would walk around alone, and eventually make his way to this path. Since I couldn't be sure when he would do it, I'd been here the last two nights with no luck and was about ready to just shoot him in a classroom to get it done and over with.

One minute left.

I can hear it, in the distance; footsteps. I can't be sure they're his, but I can't afford to not be ready if they are. I pull the gun out from the leg holster and pull the slide back until it clicks. I hold it up to my chest with both hands like something out of a movie and press my body tighter against the tree I'm hiding behind.

Footsteps.

I can barely turn my head enough to see, but I can make out Terri, walking aimlessly along the path, his gaze switching from the dimly lit trees and bushes to the stars in the sky.