Sniper: Ultimate Kill -

"He’s got a thermal," Beckett muttered. "He's waiting for us to sweat." "Then don't," Miller replied.

Beckett stood up, his joints popping like gunfire. He slung the rifle over his shoulder and looked toward the horizon. The ghost was gone, but in the jungle, the silence never lasted long. Sniper: Ultimate Kill

Beckett didn't cheer. He didn't move. He stayed on the glass, watching the tower until the dust settled. "He’s got a thermal," Beckett muttered

"Target neutralized," Miller said, finally lowering his binoculars. "One shot. Ultimate kill." He slung the rifle over his shoulder and

In the tower, the shadow shifted. A muzzle rose. Beckett had a split second—the space between heartbeats. He didn't think about the politics or the cartel money. He thought about the lead. He exhaled, feeling the "natural respiratory pause" his father had taught him a lifetime ago. Crack.