A Little Liquor and Alot of blood

Inkwell sat in a hidden ware house, he drank a bit of Vodka and sighed, his mask just above his mouth he smirked and sighed..."Well lets make it happen" he saidn and sat the liquor down and grabbed his Sniper Rifle.
he climed up the stairs patiently and going to the roof. when he arrived her loaded the gun and got into position. the catch was just arriving. and with out wasting anytime. a shot went off going through one targets head and into the forehead of anothers. he reloaded and sighed aiming again at the nexto who stood ther looking dumbfounded. he then shot again and it went thorough the targets chest piercing thier heart. he then took out his silenced pistol tired of reloading the sniper and fired 3 times taking down the last one.
"Shits done come gets ya bodieds and bring me my damn money. Drewmont Terrace, In Barrysville..hurry up i have other things to do."