He was still there, tracing a ruby-red line patiently across the boiling 
surface of the crowd. Carl took in a deep breath, released it slowly, prayed 
that no one would bump into him, and squeezed the trigger. The rifle butted him 
hard in the shoulder, and at the same moment he saw the sniper's rifle fall out 
of the window, spinning end over end, the laser beam sweeping through the smoke 
and steam like the trace on a radar scope.