"So what makes you an assassin?" The young man lowered his gun, electing to spend a moments or two attaching the silencer.
"Finesse, m'boy," said the watchmaker. "Timing. Sophistication. Confidence. Reputation"
"I have all but the rep.." The young man raised the gun. "and killing you will give me that."
"The old man raised a hand. "Did I mention timing? It will be precisely mid-day in fifteen seconds. Can you wait that long?"
The old man nodded, impressed despite himself that the hand remained steady even when the counterweight for the Tower Chime crushed the youth's head into his torso.
Image: The English Assassin