Clarence Justin Harrow was a recently retired Chief Justice of the Texas Supreme Court, he had arrived in South Florida to be the Marshal of the Easter Parade in Boca Raton, part of the parade route was along A1A ending in Highland Beach. This was the 3rd year in a row he had been asked to be the Master of the Ceremony, mostly due to his son-in-law who was now the mayor of the wealthy community.
He had a sizeable security staff traveling with him, and he had nearly cancelled his appearance after the murder of Stonwick. But he felt a relative comfort knowing that the seventeen men traveling with him were the best at what they did. All were X-military everyone with cold hard faces and the ability to take a life without any remorse whatsoever. He had been briefed on the other deaths in great detail and the only possible shot a sniper could take would be covered extremely well by the security team.
Harrow had been almost completely responsible for Johnny Paul Penry death, who had an IQ of 54 and was executed by lethal injection, his original attorney had been a coke addict and had in fact fallen asleep twice during the trial and DNA evidence showed that another person had been present during the robbery in which Penry was convicted of killing a gas station attendant. His confession was obtained by police after 42 hours of interrogation during which he wasn’t allowed to sleep or speak to an attorney.
The appeals had been denied, Harrow had seen to that he had even gone on the record stating “he had no problem with executing the mentally retarded if they committed a crime they had to pay for it just like everyone else”. The Constitution had again failed to protect one of its citizens, this particular act along with a record of denying appeals to dozens of inmates on death row in Texas when evidence had been withheld or DNA later proved their innocence had brought Harrow to his place on the assassin list.
The assassin knew this one would be more difficult target, the route of the parade ended at Spanish River Rd and A1A, his only perch outside of any normal sniper shot placed him at almost 2200 meters, challenging the longest recorded sniper shot ever made of 2430 meters by a Canadian sniper with a McMillan .50 in 2002. And this was testing his skills which were considerable with a shot of this distance.
His perch was a building under construction and on a Sunday the day of the parade it would be empty of workers. His second story vantage point would give him an unobstructed view and at 1 ½ miles this was well outside what the security staff would consider possible from any sniper.
He parked his car in a public lot at 3:00am in the morning and carried his heavier than normal assault bag into the nature preserve that the building was adjacent too. He took his time during the night walk to the construction site, it allowed him time to attain the mental state he would need to make the shot and prepare him for a fire fight with the security staff if it came to that.
He had tracked his target for the last two days and the security staff made their presence known in a very obvious way, it was clear that they were sending a message. To further complicate matters he had observed law enforcement, probably FBI in and around Harrow, by now they surely had put the association of the targets together. He was equipped with heavy body armor and an MP5 with numerous magazines locked and loaded. He would also secure the perimeter with certain booby traps so he wouldn’t be taken by surprise while taking the shot.
Just before daylight he arrived at the site, he took his time setting up his perimeter and checking his escape route. He went to second story of the building carefully noting the placement of the various construction materials that could be used as cover, he also place and extra bobby trap at the bottom of the stairs and another in the exit to the room his perch was located in which the stairs led into. He began his wait.
As the morning progressed he noted security staff checking the building to his south, his smile was without mirth it was the most logical place for a sniper, a 1000 meters closer to the target and easily accessible from A1A. No one would check his location it was simply to far away to be considered a possible shot location.
His Cheytac had a .50 barrel attached to it since he wouldn’t use the .408 again though he would have preferred his .50 light to the original but the shot was still doable. He check his watch, it was almost time, he peered into the spotter scope he could see the parade approaching Spanish River the cars and floats began to turned slowly off of A1A.
He identified his target and began the shot evaluation process, wind speed and direction, clicks for adjustment, angle adjustments he noted the shimmer from the road heat this could alter the shot trajectory as well the flight time of the bullet at this distance was almost a full second. His target came into view he wasn’t taking a head shot at this distance it was center body mass. The car stopped as it waited its turn in the parade line he squeezed the trigger.