Hitman.

The wind ran dry
he laid camouflaged, tranquilized
the cross air on the victim's forehead
as he convoyed
The last thought that ran through his mind was about his love
his expressions trite as he kept killing
so were his thoughts as it overshadowed his love
the clock was ticking
the decision had to be made

Yes.
he walked back contented
carrying his Remington 700
he will never look back
it happened as he had thought
and now back to the future.