Jack and the coach stood beside him on the sidelines out from Varfolomey’s view as he readied the weapon, and dialed in the scope, across from him, three others did the same. After the chant, Jack ran out onto the field and shook hands with Jamal, and the game started, as a sense of security was among the players, as Varfolomey was watching his prey. Jack was running all over the place, as Varfolomey shot, no muzzle flash as he silenced the barrel the round was diverted into Jack’s back and to the magnet. Jack didn’t feel a thing, as he just kept on going, as Varfolomey said, That should have been a head shot. Varfolomey adjusted his windage while the others were waiting a reaction to Jack falling, instead of the muzzle flash, which they could detect a heat signature. Tad saw what he was looking for, a single round off, and in that instance spoke a voice in his ear piece, Upper deck next to the second window, top right , Tad, readied himself, aimed and fired, the bullet went into Varfolomey’s heart, as the bullet proof vest kept it from total piercing, but he did feel it, as Varfolomey squeezed off another round, this time Jack felt it and he went down.