"Oh dear."
"What is it Mr. Smith?"
"I appear to have missed Mr. Jones." Mr. Smith flipped the switch on his custom Paratus-16 sniper rifle.
"Oh, for crying out loud Mr. Smith! She is, what, fourteen?"
"Someone left the laser target turned on..."
"Oops."
The rifle rattled quietly as it ate through the ammunition in the magazine.
Smith stood up, and started quickly dismantling the weapon. Placing it back into its case, disguised as a Disney lunchbox.
"Her security is in attendance Mr. Jones. We should be going."
"Yes Mr. Smith. This is becoming quite trying though. Quite trying..."