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She sat on a swing, swaying back and forth over and over.

Every time she reached the highest point, she could see Wallace's figure inside the villa through the scope.

But as the swing came back down, she would lose sight of him.

She kept swinging patiently, keeping careful track of the timing and calculating the perfect moment to shoot.

Aim, adjust, and aim again.

To maximize her chances of hittin