"Young, well trained. Miles knows how to make a good soldier." 

"Any chance of stepping over his body on our way in?" 

"Unfortunately not, sir. Slipped through, as did-"

"Don't say her name, I already have enough of a headache." The man rubs his temples. 

"Sorry, sir." The armed figure can't keep the smile out of his voice. 

"Don't laugh, that woman made me go grey. It would be a relief to put a bullet through her skull." 

The black-clad figure leads the man into the centre of the village, where the rest of the armed figures are, guns trained on the children huddled together.

"Twelve. Some fled, but the Spider is tracking a few through the forest."

"I've lost count of the amount of times I've told you not to nickname them, Travers. Let's not rehash that." The man crouches in front of one of the children. 

"Hello, son. You're safe now. Free from the-"

He spits on him. 

Utterly unfazed, the man wipes away the spittle with a handkerchief. "Oh, they have their claws in you deep." 

He motions Travers forward. "Is Vidic's program still active?" 

"I believe so, sir. I will have to confirm, though." 

"Do it. In the meantime, compile a list. One for Vidic, one for Berg." 

He looks at the boy he spat on him. "This one for Vidic." 

"Yes, sir." Travers motions someone else, and they start to pull the children, up, herding them to the vans. 

One of the bodies nearest the greying man is suddenly up and moving, blade bared, inches from him-

A single shot rings out, and the Assassin is down, blood and gore splattered across the ground. 

The man scowls, and looks down at his suit. "Anything get on me?" 

"Completely clear, sir," Travers reports. 

"Good. This is a good suit, I won't have viscera on it." 

He nods to the shooter. "Excellent shooting, Barnes. As always." 

He nods. "Sir." 

"Rest of you, keep an eye out. Make doubly sure. We don't want anything down getting back up." 

"Let's get moving." 

Travers and the rest start moving the children towards the vans, shooting into dead bodies as they go.