Eliza nodded, ready to take care of business like usual.
She stalked her prey with her typical accuracy. Under the cover of the fog, she spotted the form of her target, drew her handgun, and prepared to strike. Surprisingly enough, though, she felt a moment of hesitation. This person was in the same position as Kurkuna and herself. Was it right to kill them?
…
Bang!
Disgusted at herself, she tried to shake the thought out of her head. Where did that come from? Life was kill or be killed; every man for himself, right? Right? She was an assassin for God's sake. She couldn't survive with such hindering emotions. She'd have been dead by then if such thoughts arose earlier, so why…
Trying to ignore the thoughts, she disappeared back into the fog. Still feeling rather discombobulated, she found Kurkuna again. "Finished." She reported, albeit somewhat shakily, heart racing for a reason she couldn't place.