I pulled my rubber gloves on and placed my knife on my lap. I was taking another drink of water when my target came out the back door. He looked around, his eyes sweeping over and past me. Then he walked off the step and pulled out a cigerette. I glanced away when his hand came up with the lighter.
Flame ruines the night vision amazingly quickly and completely.
Knowing that he was almost blinded, I still didn't want to move. The human eye follows movement, change. I waited until he was scuffing the grass with his toe and staring at the sky before I moved from my hiding place. My heart sounded like a bass drum. Quiet, I thought.