With a faint pop sound the man dropped to the ground, "game, set..match." Haleigh replied with a grin, "target is dead." She spoke into the communicator, with speed she disassembled her gun and placed it in a bag. "What did I tell you piece of cake, now hurry your butts over here and come and get me before somebody finds out and this all goes south."

(Sorry for short post, writers block.)