As soon as he finished the photo shoot, he was stopped by another pregnant lady and her husband; he watched as someone in the crowd was given a camera so they could snap a photo of the happy couple with their King. Igor could feel his hands on the 9mm; Paul Verron was only a few feet away. He didn’t want to waste any time fumbling with the gun and wanted to be as quick about it as possible. Igor flipped the safety and pulled back the hammer while the little CZAK was safely in his pants pocket and felt his heart beat quicken and a slight chill hit him as the breeze blew across the sweat on his brow. Paul Verron was directly in front of him and turned his back on him to speak to some of those disgusting crimson colored people. Igor couldn’t have been more than four feet away. He still stepped from the crowd as he pulled the gun from his pocket and, in one motion, quickly aimed at the back of Paul Verron’s head and fired. The sound of the gun could be heard all across the crowd; it felt like the band had stopped playing at just that moment, so everyone could hear. People all around the scene screamed out in panic when the lifeless body hit the ground. Violence had finally reached Verron.
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