"I'll expect full payment on completion of the job." Elza nodded. She didn't bring Sturm up again. This fool didn't deserve an honourable death and it would have been a waste of the rifle's time and energy. Instead she shifted her boot from his chest to his neck and pressed down against his jugular. It would undoubtedly leave her boot print on his skin, but given that there were no requests to methods she wasn't going to be flashy about how to end this man's life.

It didn't take long for his breathing to struggle. When it did, Elza pressed down harder until the life was taken from his body.

It wasn't a glamourous death. It wasn't an ugly death. It simply was one. That's all it needed to be.

Raising her other hand up, Elza stepped back and away as the body rose up and she tossed it over in the pile of trash cans nearby. It landed with a clatter and a thud, bleeding and lifeless, but it was where it belonged.