As a tribal, Benny had done some messed up shit in his life. He figured he was done with that, what with getting a top-shot position on the Strip.
But now he was in the middle of fucking nowhere, getting ready to shoot some courier girl, and for what? Money? Power? The Strip? It sure as hell wasn't for the sake of his conscience.
He had to keep telling himself it needed to be done. One bullet in the head, clean through, and some of his problems would go away. Besides, it would be nicer to her if it was a one-shot. No pain, less suffering.
But only if the Khan would hurry up and finish digging the damn hole before she came round.
Too late. The girl shifted and groggily got onto her knew as the Khan stopped digging the shallow hole.
The girl blinked a few times as the Khan said, "You got what you were after, so pay up."
"You're crying in the rain, paly," Benny said, glancing at him.
One of the other Khans said, "Guess who's wakin' up over here."
Benny took a long drag from his cigarette before dropping it on the ground and crushing it under his foot. He slowly let the smoke go.
He had to shoot the girl, that much he had already come to terms with. He wasn't above just putting a cap in her head while she was still down, but he sure as hell wasn't ready to look her in the eye and do it. On the other hand, he couldn't have one of the Khans do it for him. That'd make him look weak.
Benny turned to the courier. "Time to cash out." He took a step forward.
"Would you get it over with?" one of the Khans said.
Benny lifted his hand to silence him and said, "Maybe Khans kill people without lookin' them in the face." He brought his hand down and said over his shoulder, "But I ain't a fink - dig?"
Benny looked back at the courier and pulled the chip from inside his jacket, admiring how the moonlight reflected off its surface. "You've made your last delivery, kid."
Benny replaced the chip safely in his jacket and pulled out Maria.
"Sorry you got twisted up in this scene. From where you're kneeling, must seem like an 18-karat run of bad luck." Benny pointed Maria at the girl's head. He could see her sky blue eyes were wide in terror, her gaze shifting from his gun to his face, silently pleading him to not shoot her.
Benny clicked the safety off. "Truth is, the game was rigged from the start."
The gun went off and Courier Six fell back with the force of the bullet.
