<strong>Longshot: Maybe half up front would be a good idea…</strong><br/><br/>There was a slight oddity in the corner of the room…a complete dark spot. Every area of the sunlight cabin had some degree of signature but that one. His fascination made him miss the woman’s knees getting shot out, but his attention was quickly retrained for the screams of her agony. He remained seated, as the matter concerned him only from a standpoint that every one of them had the potential to be shot. That was old hat. He expected every job to have another sniper that took care of him after it was done…<br/><br/>And too much thinking only made you hesitate when it was time to act.<br/><br/>Of course, he wanted to get started with the meeting, but the screams were starting to get irritating. His kills delivered what was promised…most people wanted their targets out of the way and didn’t care how he did it, so in some respects the quick kill heart or headshots he made were a blessing for the other person as well…he could be seen as a bit of a humanitarian. This, however, was about setting an example. A sacrificial lamb for the remaining people in the group.<br/><br/>His eyes moved to Kacy as she spoke. The look on her face was probably the same he had when he saw a target through a scope, so he could not blame her for her excitement. He looked to the others after she was done speaking. An explanation would be useful, true, but that would probably take all the fun out of it. She was shot because she needed to be. She would die because it was her fate. The bitch rolled snake eyes, and it was better her than him. That was enough in his book.<br/><br/><hr/><strong>Oni: Déjà vu all over again</strong><br/><br/>Oni jumped as the shots ranged, and fidgeted while she screamed. The fidget was due to his cock hardening to the sound of her pain. It was so raw…in the moment.  He wondered if she ever screamed like that as she was filled to completion, and then his mind wandered at the thought for a moment before it all came crashing back at him. The woman was going to die, and for some reason, he was sure it was supposed to be him. He looked at Anne and Nikita, the raging hard-on gone as surely as the chances of the hacker’s survival.<br/><br/>The woman’s pain mattered little to him in that respect. He knew the truth, and could only thank whatever god they haven’t killed that he was able to still stand…to have another chance, however brief. He would show his value to them, or he feared the same fate awaited him. He already put plans into motion to see his connection for a few upgrades. The woman’s screams now seemed so very far away…like they weren’t even there…<br/><br/>