They have my family, and I have no choice. I don't want to do this, and looking into his blue-green eyes only makes it worse. I have to kill him to save my family, and I know I will never forgive myself for this.
Standing near a hill, I keep him at bay with the gun. He may be taller and stronger, but I'm a good shot and I just hope that he won't make this any worse than it is.
"What's going on, Nina?," he asks, and I'm reluctant to tell him, explain why he has to die.
"I'm sorry, Jack," I tell him, and I fight not let the tears run down my cheeks.
"Why are you doing this, Nina?," he asks, and I debate with myself whether or not to tell him. Would it comfort him if he knew that by dying, he would save my family?
"They have Teri and Kim, Jack. I have no choice!," I reply, and the hurt in his eyes tells me that it is indeed no comfort.
"What about me, Nina?," he shouts, scared of his imminent death. I don't have an answer to his question. I want to close my eyes and just shoot, but I know that the bullets must go in a certain area.
Four shots, each one I hope hit the right area. Four shots to save my family, but also four shots that I will never forgive myself for. I don't want to look over the cliff to confirm his death, and I head back to my car, sneering at the vultures following us, recording the event for the son of a bitch who has my family. Driving off, I promise myself that the terrorist will pay.