The Spy Who Shot Me

The floors in the remote cabin in the Rocky Mountains creaked slightly as he moved across the room. Brammer sighed silently to himself. The years had been tough on him, with the responisbility of the job taking its toll along with when Lisa left. Oh Lisa... But he could not dwell in the past any longer. He knew he had to push through. He had to finish this job. He had been tracking this guy for days now. The world would be better when he got to him, and he knew it. Of course he could not deny that shooting to him would also be to his own amusement, after all he did enjoy a good hunt.
"I'm in the building." Brammer spoke into his pen, which had a microphone function, but could also shoot out a lazer beam, and fold out as a parachute, both being nice options should he need it.
The risk of him needing it was small though, Brammer having worked at perfecting his aim continuously over the spand of his long and miserable life. He silently moved downstairs. Within seconds, Brammer spotted his target, standing with his back to him, leaning over a table filled with documents, most likely of a vicous and villainly character. His soon-to-be victims specks of grey hair glistened in the moon light. He was significantly older than him, wiser and perhaps also more skilled in the art of gunsmanship. Brammer knew that if he did not get this shot right, he would soon feel the fury of his opponent, could he not manage to escape off the mountain with his parachute.
Brammer cocked his gun and took aim. It was as if the world stood still for just one moment.
BANG!
"Ouch!"Adam yelled and turned around, only to see an empty livingroom. By the light sound of frantic footsteps going up the stairs, it could only be Noah, his smallest kid. He sighed. Perhaps he should give the kid a scolding for stealing his older brothers BB gun again, but given that the kid five being only, he simply returned to his tax papers.