'piter patter' was the sound Charles heard from his house. 'piter pater' was the dividing line between a good shot and a poor shot. 'pitter patter' the only thing stopping him from a kill. 

from his small apartment block over looking the new haven complex he had a rather good view. shame that the rain was clouding the scope of the rifle. "come on, where are you?" he searched through the crowds looking for a human. any human he could find would do the job just fine, he checked the gate for the 5th time this day to find a man standing there seemingly yelling at some unseen man behind the tree blocking a perfect view. 

"he'l do just fine" he lined up the sights and prepared to pull the trigar.