I set my scope directly on Kathryn Li's belly button. Even through my white-hot hatred, I had to give a few seconds to admire her beauty one last time. Then I pulled the trigger; a single explosive bullet flew through the air and struck her less than an inch below her belly button. As she fell from the top of the pyramid of cheerleaders the bullet exploded, showering her squadmates with her guts. She hit the ground still writhing in agony. I could've ended her pain with a shot to the head, but I wanted to let her suffer.