Editing Getting the Band Together (section)

==Dalt Sniper==
He looked down the sight at his target.  It had been a long time since he had done this kind of wetwork but the skills were still there.  It wasn't very chivalrous but this guy had made his own bed and then shat it.  

He followed the target around as he socialized.  His stable of girls started filtering out. Anger raised in him.  As they began being pawed over by Alverez's guests Dalt decided that Alverez wasn't going to go off alone.  

An hour in he had seen enough.  He picked up the burner phone he had picked up in the airport and called 911.  He reported hearing gunshots.

Five minutes later he saw police starting to arrive.  “Better make this quick”

He sighted his target.  Moved to six others on the patio.  Alvarez was first.

Dalt decided not to be as vindictive as Reggy wanted.  One to the head each would do enough damage.  

Alvarez went down hard, flopping backward and breaking a very expensive bottle of Patron.    

Yellow shirt next, falling sideways leaving his girl to watch.  

Big ears took his in the ear but it was plenty splashy. 

Ugly Hat guy took his in the nose.  

Fat Hawaiian Shirt guy was slapping his girl and took his round under an up raised arm in the side, blasting explosively out he other side.

By then the party crowd knew the party was over and began to run inside.  

Number six almost made it indoors when his back erupted out his front. 

Number seven poked his head up out of the pool one last time.  

Three guards came out with fancy customized AR-15s Dalt was sure they were proud of.  They peppered the hill far below him.  He didn't see any reason to kill them though they were probably guilty of sampling the merchandise.  A shot to each of their knees would probably not be fatal but they would certainly not be running on two good legs anymore.

Putting another clip in he aimed past the mansion to slam shots into police cars.  That was enough to freak them out enough.  Time to go.

He quickly policed his brass, out of reflex, and then withdrew a trump card.

“Tesara.  Pull me through.”

Dalt grabbed the good catholic sicario.  He had run out of liquid to piss out and he was really going to want it.

Dalt extended his hand to the girl with colorful short hair on the other side of the open trump gate leading to Ang Ri, an unimaginable distance away, in distance and worlds.