The bullet crashed through the plate glass window and into the customer’s forehead. It smashed through his skull and embedded itself in the wall behind him. People screamed as the plump middle-aged man was flung off his chair away from the table where he had been dining and the shooter stepped through the shattered opening into the restaurant.
He had not wanted to waste bullets by spraying rounds indiscriminately so he had set the Kalashnikov rifle he was holding to fire single shots. These were to be surgical killings and he wanted to shoot dead all who crossed his path. His feet crunched on the broken glass as he trod carefully forward and shot a woman, sheltering beneath the table in the back of the neck. A man who looked like a waiter made a dash for two double doors and he shot him in the back before he could reach them. Some people ran, but those who were not quick enough or those who cowered on the floor he shot one by one. Dark blood flowed with food, drink and broken crockery among the unturned chairs.