The Dry Run

With the scope to his eye, he watches each mark as they move about; college campuses are great for target practice.
Each one that crosses his reticle becomes his most sought for desire; he pulls the trigger hungrily.
'The first is always the most difficult,' he tells himself, 'the rest is gravy.'
'First, there is confusion, and then chaos.' He pulls the trigger repeatedly.
At this distance, no one would be able to see him; of this, he was certain.
Once his work was done, he took the rifle apart.
"Next time," he thought coldly, "it'll be the real thing."