Arrogance Corrected

It was the Days of '47 parade in Salt Lake City. The president of the LDS Church was riding in an open car, waving to the people.

A block from his approaching car, two men waited patiently on the roof-tops of a pair of buildings across the street from each other. Another man waited in the crowd below, gradually edging his way toward the street.

The roof-top assassins removed the pieces of their sniper rifles from their padded carrying cases and carefully assembled them. The one at street level carefully shielded his sound-suppressed pistol from view within a folded newspaper.

All three were almost casual in their arrogant confidence. No big deal; they had successfully pulled off this sort of operation before. These (expletive deleted) Mormons were going to get the shock of their lives today. Take 'em down a peg. After this, they would know that any one of them or their leaders, could be killed any time, any where... and they couldn't do a thing about it!

Suddenly, one sniper heard the crunch of roof gravel behind him, and, startled, turned to see a figure pointing a silenced .45 directly between his eyes. That was the last thing he saw on this earth. His partner across the street suffered a similar fate, while the awaiting assassin below felt the sudden, sharp pain of a stiletto sliding between his ribs and up into his heart. He died without a sound, held upright by the press of the crowd.

Later, a second attempt failed and a second assassination team died quickly and silently. The dark powers behind these attempts were in a panic. Who was doing this? Might they be on to them, personally? They suddenly realized that they had no idea. Fear replaced arrogant confidence. Maybe they had better back off until they knew who, or what, they were dealing with!