A ghillie suit, also known as a yowie suit, or camo tent, is a type of camouflage clothing designed to resemble heavy foliage. Typically, it is a net or cloth garment covered in loose strips of burlap, cloth or twine, sometimes made to look like leaves and twigs, and optionally augmented with scraps of foliage from the area. Snipers and hunters may wear a ghillie suit to blend into their surroundings and conceal themselves from enemies or targets. The suit gives the wearer's outline a three-dimensional breakup, rather than a linear one.<br/><br/>When manufactured correctly, the suit will move in the wind in the same way as surrounding foliage. It covers itâ€™s wearer from head to toe and it makes is wearer practically invisible to the untrained eye and so when he felt the bullet clip his boot, he smiled knowing full well that either theyâ€™d gotten a lucky shot or he was dealing with more talented targets than their files had lead him to believe.<br/><br/>The Gorgon began a silent count, an as he reached zero he reached up and held his gloved hand over his night vision goggles just as the grenade exploded. As the goggles refocused after the blast, he could make out their two forms running off into the woods.  He slowed his breathing and followed them with his scope on his giant silenced sniper rifle; following their movements. The woman was definitely supporting the male target, he was wounded for sure. They were headed down hill, for the highway, and the Gorgon had all the time in the world to put a bullet in the back of each one of their heads, but he didnâ€™t, instead he pulled his finger away the trigger and watched voyeuristically as Rainâ€™s perfect rearend as she helped her partner to the road. He watched, motionless until they caught a ride . He noted the direction before finally revealing his position.<br/><br/>â€œMaybe a bit of fun with that one firstâ€¦.yes I think so.â€ He smiled and causally sat up examining the hole in his combat boot. The wound wasnâ€™t too serious and he laughed it off before standing and walking back down to the roadâ€™s edge.  He stripped off his camo into a supply duffle bag, which heâ€™d stashed near the road. It was this bag that he used as he walked over to the Jeep and began piling the money theyâ€™d left in the Jeep. It appeared to be about 2/3rds of the stolen cash, which only left the money at the cabin to collect now. Once heâ€™d finished picking that up heâ€™d have most of the stash, and then all that would remain would be killing the two targets before his mission was complete and his contract fulfilled. He snapped a cell phone picture of Skyler's destroyed face, and then sends a text message to his employeer's designated 'burner' phone.<br/><br/>The Gorgon threw the dufflebag in the trunk of the police cruiser and hopped into the driverâ€™s seat. He spun the car around and B-lined it back to the cabin, theyâ€™d been holed up in. Inside on the coffee table was Rainâ€™s share of the money and the last of the stolen loot, minus a single stack that looked as though someone â€˜shotâ€™ itâ€¦.strange he thought to himself. It was then that he heard the muffled cries from inside of the bedroom. He walked back and found the Mormon couple that had owned the cottage, they were beaten and shot up and begged for this anonymous stranger to untie them. The Gorgon killed them both with a single shot from his silenced 40 caliber Glock before leaving the room. Next he made his way to the kitchen and turned the gas on after blowing out the pilot flames. He walked over to the refrigerator and opened the door, in a few minutes time the refrigerator's compressor would turn on and the electrical charge would blow the place to pieces.<br/><br/>He jogged back to the stolen police cruiser and hopped inside, setting off back toward the Highway. The Gorgon floored the accelerator and pushed the police cruiser to the max. He kept the lights off, and didn't let up on the gas until he caught sight of the pickup truck. He could almost make out the silhouette of someone sitting upright in the rear, it was them, and so he let off the gas and kept his distance, making sure not to be spotted. Not such a difficult task as the sun set leaving the roads dark, he used his night vision goggles instead.<br/><br/>The Gorgon followed them to the outskirts of town and watched as the cowboy pulled them into a shitty motel. The master assassin stopped earlier on the highway off ramp at a local gas station that had a sight line with the motelâ€™s parking lot. He pulled out his binoculars and watched as the woman practically dragged the wounded guy up to the second floor room. â€œGot yaâ€ he snarled.<br/><br/>He exited the car , taking his things and walked over to the truck stopâ€™s bathrooms. Once inside he began to alter his appearance. The disguise was simple but effective and it made him; after a quick wardrobe change and a few prosthesis and abracadabra, he looked like essentially and old man. The best part of the disguise was the 12 gauge shotgun made to look like an old manâ€™s cane.<br/><br/><br/>**************<br/><br/>Johnny almost lost whatever was left in his stomach as Rain dragged him up the stairs, the wound was throbbing like a hammer in his guts by the time the cowboy she flirted with to get them the  room came back and as he tried to make his legs work as they ascended the steep narrow staircase he thought he was going to pass out again.<br/><br/>She flopped him down onto the bed, and all he could do was groan but she persisted and wiped away the mud and drying blood from his abdomen. â€œOOOhhhhh shitâ€¦â€¦that is definitely going to get fucking infectedâ€¦OOOOOHHHH!â€ He cried out like a baby as she did her best to clean the wound. It was what happened next that really scared him though.<br/><br/>Rain ripped a cloth and offered it to his to bite on, Johnny shook his head â€˜noâ€™ in fear, but she ignored him and proceeded to reach inside his body cavity with filthy hands. Johnny was in no shape to stop her, and so he bit down on the rag and did his best not to scream as she â€˜enteredâ€™ him.  He felt her finger push into the already extremely irritated gunshot wound and his body instinctively tensed against it. His stomach muscles spasmed and then he felt the thumb go in as well.<br/><br/>â€˜HHMMMMMâ€™ Johnny tried not to, but the pain was excoriating and he let a pained groan go.  The revelation that the very woman that currently her hands inside his body right now, was the very same woman that had almost killed him on a couple separate of occasions, just since theyâ€™d met, wasnâ€™t lost upon him and he kind of wondered if she wasnâ€™t just torturing him for fun.  A 50 caliber round usually passes right through whatever you point it at, but as Rain produced a bullet fragment from the wound he did feel the rush of release. â€œOh thank God alreadyâ€¦â€¦FUCK!â€ He screamed as the rag fell away.<br/><br/>The light burned in his eyes, and he could feel that icy cold sweat forming all over his body. The black, hovering borders of his vision closed in and he blacked out.  His body went limp and then a second later he seized up, convulsing and doing the â€˜fish-out-of-water-danceâ€™. His hand fell away from the coat and blood pumped from the freshly spread stomach wound.