Colonel Miller gave his gunman the silent order to fire as soon as he saw she was going to say something. She didn’t deserve to speak after all, he decided.

As the bullet struck her dead center in the forehead, it blew out the back of her skull and painted the tree with her brain. A .30-06 had done the job, that was for sure. Perhaps he should’ve opted for a smaller caliber; she might’ve suffered for a moment.

As it was, he observed as she fell sideways and struck the ground on her side. She was dead the instant that thing blew her brains out. She rolled on to her back, and her blindfold slipped off; it now hung limply by one ear. Her eyes were mismatched, one wide and the other dull and droopy. She twitched a little, her head jerking up slightly, her leg spasming briefly, and he could swear he saw a little urine running from her hairy cunt.

Her chest moved up and down a few times, but the Colonel knew that meant nothing. It was called Agonal Breathing, he thought he remembered. It was the body freaking out as it hadn’t figured out it was dead yet.

A pool of blood grew rapidly under her head. She was a shitty soldier, but at least she died acceptably. He reviewed her naked body with disdain. So she had tried to seduce Sergeant Ayers, huh? Like he would’ve ever consented to fuck that miserable, simpering piece of shit. Still, it gave him an idea.