Reunited At last

Malik watches with disinterest as the fake robin falls off the bed and drops to the floor, a bloody hole in her chest where his gun had fired.

Blood spreads quickly through her clothes, staining the floor and carpets as she gapes her lips like a fish gasping for air, her breaths rattling in her chest. Blood likely floods her lungs, choking off her airway.

The woman's eyes are wide with terror and pain, her pupils dilated. Her body convulses slightly as she struggles to breathe, her limbs twitching involuntarily. A small whimper escapes her lips, a pathetic plea for mercy that Malik ignores.

He simply stands there, observing her suffering with a look of disdain on his face. "You should have just told me what you knew," he says coldly. His tone is devoid of any empathy or remorse.

"I gave you a chance, but you chose to defy me," he says, sneering.

The spy can feel the life ebbing from her body, her vision growing hazy.