Molina and I had an agreement: I’d shoot the baby, he’d give me an apartment and freedom. I had a rifle, an SV-98 that someone had brought over from Chechnya in a crate of Italian sinks. It had a silencer and a scope and I fitted an after-market laser sight.
The sight kept dropping out, the red dot winking off and on like a retinal afterimage. I was on the roof of the building next to the place where the baby was being kept. The baby was immune to a few often fatal diseases, something that makes it extremely dangerous to the Religionists.