He’d done shot him down with a shadow round, blasted a hole in his head. The shooter didn’t stop to think if the man was just playing dead, because frankly he’d never seen no one survive a bullet to the head. It didn’t even cross his mind, that was the thing that drew him out of cover and across the street, Mistress pointed casually at the fallen killer as he crossed the thoroughfare. His boots jangled in the dust, and the hostage quivered and cried on the ground, bleeding to death in the usual order of things. Jonah spared him a glance of sympathy, not one of apology though. Bit of a bastard really.

“You good an’ dead there par’ner?” He asked, but he wasn’t expecting no response, this was just a good way to get closure.