If anything, Stewart Setbski was an assassin.

His work in Mossad plus some private missions created a monster in him.
       Where there was once love, was now hatred and more.
   A burning desire. A passion.
The helicopter ride awoke him.

Fifteen minutes from now, he'd be accomplishing something that every junior assassin can only dream of.

"All set." The pilot thumbed up.
Stewart set his alarm clock.
By 9:30 I'll be done.

***
President Joe Bucks smiled.
"Ladies and gentlemen," he reassessed his smile, pausing for effect.
       The crowd looked on unfazed by his golden look.
   Unfazed by Stewart as he unbagged his sniper rifle.