A Lucrative Target

Whoosh!

The shovel tip hovered at the last man's throat. His legs gave out, and he crumpled to the ground. A faint, acrid stench wafted up.

He'd wet himself on the spot.

"I... I..."

He was shaking so hard he could barely get the words out.

"I was wrong, I'll never do it again... Please, spare me. I didn't even want to come here in the first place..."

Elora's voice was flat. "I ask. You answer."