From the corner of my eye I could see her. She wore a kerchief over her head and a pistol in her hand. I raised my hands slowly and she took my gun from me. She then circled around to face me from the front.

“I expected you to be alone,” she said.

“Until a few minutes ago I was,” Michael said. “Do you have my final payment?”

“Did he come alone,” she asked.

“I’ve seen no others, and if there were any, they would have made themselves known by now.”

“What does he know,” Rashida asked waving the gun in my direction.

“Anything he knows dies with him. Do you mind if we hurry this along. We have a plane to catch,” Michael answered.

“I’m afraid there have been some changes in plans. I won’t be accompanying you on your journey.”

“Why not?” Michael looked puzzled.

She swung the gun from pointing at me into Michaels face.

“Your path goes to hell. Mine lies another way.”

The bullet caught him just under his left eye. The back of his head exploded into a pink and grey cloud.

“Payment in full,” she whispered.