RIP Chris Lauer aka "Christ"

They told me I was crazy. They said it would never work. They were wrong. Having blown my cover I knew I would have to get crafty to kill my target. So I snuck out to the parking lot early, grabbed my gear and headed to make the best kill of my life. I knew my target's vehicle, a pickup truck, and there was my opportunity to strike. I climbed in the bed and waited, praying to our lord Nick Cage that my target wouldn't check the bed. He didn't. I rode in the bed for hours until we finally stopped somewhere in Minnetonka. As soon as I heard the engine turn off and the door open I went to strike, but my weapon malfunctioned and my target became aware of my position! The ensuing firefight was one for the ages, darts and water flew every which way. However when the dust cleared neither of us were hit. Just as we were about to call a draw for now I remembered.. I had a spoon in my pocket! After a brief sprint my target collapsed and accepted his fate. Best showdown ever. RIP bud.