Almost two hours had passed since the ranger scoped in on his target. Carrillo was now sitting in the hallway facing the glass door while an attractive young lady brushed his hair. Most of the guest had arrived, and were milling around by the pool. Some half-naked women were sitting in the bubbling waters of the hot tub. Over by the grill, two men and a woman stood talking to each other. The party was really going. Jamal could clearly hear what sounded like rhythm and blues coming from the house. ‘I really hate to ruin this party.' The ranger thought to himself.

Jamal searched for his target again. Carrillo was still sitting in the chair in front of the sliding glass door. Someone was talking to Carrillo and stood in the line of fire for a moment. The guy had on a gray houndstooth suit and wore a very expensive watch. As the man walked out of the opened sliding glass door, the ranger scoped in on the face of the Rolex. The time was 2235.

Carrillo continued to greet about fourteen more people before Jamal had a clear shot again. The young lady returned to brushing Carrillo's hair, as he greeted the last woman in the line. After she exited through the opened glass door, the young lady turned away to retrieve a comb from her purse. The ranger silently said, ‘Time to take my shot.' He slowly wiped the perspiration from his face and checked the wind speed and direction. Jamal took a deep breath and slowly squeezed the trigger of the .30-06.

The silencer quieted the bullet as it quickly traveled the distance to its intended target. When the bullet burst through the sliding glass door, the young lady nervously stood up and discovered Carrillo had slumped to the floor. Carrillo was hit by a bullet traveling silently through the air. Jamal could only imagine how loudly the lady had streamed when she turned and saw Carrillo's brains splattered against the wall.