She crept up on her unsuspecting victim in silent stealth. Finally he was going to get what he deserved. The pistol felt heavy in her hands, as she remembered the trouble she'd had getting it. It would all be worth it soon though. The Colonel flinched slightly as he felt the cold metal barrel of the gun against his head.

'I wondered when you'd come for me,' he stated in her mother tongue. He showed no signs of fear and did not turn to face her. 'A pistol?' he continued, his tone mocking. 'Not your normal weapon of choice.'

'I did not come here for words!' she spat, digging the pistol further into his head and causing his light brown locks to ruffle. She could feel the power of it in her hands jolting through her like a bolt of lightening and shaking her bones. But still he remained collected. Not good enough. She thought. Before she shot she wanted him to demean himself. To beg at her feet. To squirm like the worm that he was and plead for his life. However he seemed too willing to cooperate with her at the moment.

'So I see,' he murmered calmly. 'Then what are you waiting for? Go on. Pull the trigger.' She smirked at his ignorance as she eyed the single bead of sweat trickle down his pale forehead. His fear was cleverly masked, but not well enough.

'Very well,' she hissed, her voice full of hatred. 'Any last words?'

'Not words as such,' he started, his tone lighter as if he found something amusing. 'but I wish to look upon the face of my murderer.' Reluctantly, she allowed him to turn around, her pistol glued to him at all times. For so long she had dreeamed of this glorious moment, her revenge. She pictured his body hitting the floor and scarlet blood leaking out of his head. She savoured the image.

As his gaze rested upon her face he disguised any signs of suprise he had left. His lifeless eyes stared into her own angry brown ones. Why did he not fear her? Why didn't he fight for his life? Her head drummed: Coward.

'Kneel,' she commanded. He obeyed, dropping to his knees holding his hands aloft. She gave another smirk at her newly found power. 'This,' she spat, pointing the gun straight at his forehead. 'Is for my brother!'

'For your brother?' he repeated coldly. 'Or for yourself?'

'Silence!' she said gritting her teeth. 'You are not even worthy to speak his name!' Her whole body shook with rage, her blood way past boiling point. Her brother was dead. This filthy rat before her was the reason why. His time in this world was limitted. He was going to die this evening if it killed her.

'Orders are orders,' he stated simply. That was his excuse? It was pathetic and not good enough for her.

'And revenge is revenge,' she replied cruelly. If only her brother could see her now - she had never imagined herself capable of such evil.

'Quite,' he muttered, giving a subtle nod of agreement. He looked up at her with a glare of detest. It was returned immediately. 'I have no regrets,' he said.

With an angry battlecry, the trigger was pulled.

A single gunshot sounded.

The deed was done.