She barged into the office, the door slamming against the wall. She drew her weapon in one smooth movement as she crossed the room so that as she stopped in front of his desk the barrel was now pointed at his head.
He leaned back in his chair, outwardly unperturbed. “Are you going to shoot me?”
She huffed a laugh. “I’ve killed eight men today,” she said. “What’s one more?”
For the first time there was a hint of fear in his eyes.
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