Gwen had just about enough of having a gun in her face.
The hooded cultist known only as "Jen" held the gun steady.
"Where is our exalted leader?"
She asked simply, as the kids were herded by another cultist toting a shotgun.
"I don't have a clue what the fuck you're talking about."
Gwen answered, noting that the gun was not cocked.
Jen fixed that issue by cocking it.
"I'll ask once more, where is our leader?"
There was a silence, you could have heard a pin drop.
"Once more, I don't know."
Gwen managed as Jen forced the gun muzzle into her cheek.
"Not the correct answer."
A gunshot rang out.
The cultist with the shotgun went down, Neil had a small revolver in his fist.
Jen swiveled her attention to the gun-toting child.
"Drop it kid."
She started to angle her gun away from Gwen.
Neil was faster.
A hole appeared in Jen's head.
The corpse toppled sideways.
Gwen stared in shock.