Wendy took a few deep breaths as the man raised the detonator higher. The situation had escalated immensely, and it was now or never. Everything seemed to slow down as she began to move her weapon over to the one spot that would guarantee him to let go of the detonator. She controlled her breathing, making sure this shot counted. In seconds turned to minutes as she applied pressure on the trigger, sights lined up with his wrist as she finally applied enough pressure to make it fire, feeling the gun kick back and a spent round eject as the round made its way into and out of the man's wrist, dropping the detonator as Wendy moved the pistol a few inches to the left and shot one last bullet into his head.

She sighed as she put down her pistol, knowing the man was now taken care of . "Tango down." She uttered, staring at the dead man in front of her.