Tightly screwing up her eyes, she blocked out her surroundings in favour of creating her own images of happier times as the cold barrel pressed firmly against her temple; this was how she was going to die, in an abandoned warehouse where the scratching of rats could be heard scurrying in anticipation of having a good meal. Her twenty first was a good place, where her family were last together before she chose her path that had unfortunately lead her here; their smiling faces behind her eyes would grieve for a while at the crude interruption to their lives but they wouldn't be surprised.
An unmistakable muffled crack filled the air as the barrel released from her temple, clanking to the floor along with the man holding it as thick, bright blood pooled on the concrete from the gaping exit wound in his head.
“And I suppose you’re going to tell me this was no accident, that you planned all this?” the gruff yet amused voice of her handler asked as he cut away the tightly bound tape from her wrists.
“Of course because I now know where they've hidden the micro chip,” she replied with a wry smile as she picked up her abandoned gun and walked from the warehouse, not giving it a second glance as the rats edged closer to their feast.
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