The Betrayal
Daniela hummed a tuneless song as she loaded the magazine of her MP7. At this moment Luciano was waiting near the front doors for them in his car, the engine running for emergencies of any nature. At the same time, Walther was walking down the corridor towards the board room, decked out in full battle gear and HK 416 slung across his body. Most of the Agency's staff and handlers were holding a meeting in there and with Daniela in the dormitory where the girls were, it was a disaster waiting to happen. Once the firing started, Walther would go for the adults while Daniela would go for the young ones. Walther reached the wooden doors of the board room. He could hear the voices of at least a dozen people, none of whom were armed. Then, he turned the doorknob, threw open the door and burst into the room.
In the carpark, the staccato of rifle fire from the building reached Luciano's ears. Then the screaming began. Despite his experience fighting and killing for both Padania and Section 1, he was feeling sick. So this is how a war ends, Luciano thought, in a blaze of gunfire and senseless slaughter of humans. The gunfire died down quickly enough, with intermittent shots fired throughout the building as Walther and Daniela cleaned up survivors.
Suddenly the front doors of the building were flung open. Luciano was half expecting to see the well-built form of Walther or the slim figure of Daniela, but nothing could have prepared him for this. A small girl of about ten years of age with shoulder length black hair ran out for cover among some bushes. Luciano nearly mistook her for his daughter, save for the odd weapon she was fumbling with which he recognized as a P90. Then she disappeared into the bushes just as Walther appeared at the doorway. He lifted his rifle, fired a short burst and a shriek emanated from the bushes. Nimbly Walther moved towards the bush by bouncing on the balls of his feet and then fired a long burst into it, just to make sure she was dead. Suddenly, Luciano found himself extremely thankful that his view was blocked by the bushes. This was really going to haunt him for the rest of his life. Just then Daniela appeared at the doorway, MP7 up and ready to fire. Seeing that the adversary was not going to be a problem anytime soon, she joined Walther and together they got into the back seat of his car.
"Finally it's over. Let's go meet my new employer and after that we'll need a change of clothes," Walther said, pointing to the fine droplets of blood all over his clothes. Shooting someone at close range did that, especially with an automatic rifle.
"Is that how they resign from jobs in Germany?"
With a weary smile, Walther replied, "No, it seems only the Italians do it this way."