The strange smell of metal reaches the nose, as the black .12mm handgun is lifted close to the side of the face. Pale skin from exhaustion and nerves, slanted eyes set in, senses alert, a waiting for the right moment. Peering slightly to one side, looking around the corner for the enemy. Pulling back, a mental count rounding itself to ten, before jumping out, gun held ready at the man's forehead before you. Fear enters the man's eyes. I pull my own stark black gun out, and point it at you. The silencer in place, the bullet hits under your shoulder, going through your heart and stopping at your lung. Your knees cannot hold your weight. And as you fall to the ground, your partner falls down next to you.