“… I’m sorry it has to end like this. Goodbye, my friends.”
The end of Vesic’s holo-recording triggered the wireless detonators. The carefully placed explosives engulfed Rodgrigo and Hirito, as secondary blasts devastated other likely sniping positions. She hated using such a crude approach, but there was no way to be sure that Hirito would use the spot she’d suggested. Despite their relationship, he had been suspicious enough to pick a different sniping post, and she’d needed to anticipate that.
Vesic had relied on the likelihood that Rodgrigo wouldn’t trust an anonymous call about Hirito wanting to meet him, and he’d played his part perfectly. Even knowing to watch for him at the sniping position, she hadn’t seen the infiltration specialist until he’d spoken to the other man. The former teammates had realized they’d been set up, but too late to do anything about it.
A hand settled on her shoulder and squeezed gently. Vesic looked down as a tear trickled from one eye.
“It is finally over”, she said.
“Indeed”, replied the other woman. “A year and a half is a long time to wait.”
“Will this be enough?”, whispered Vesic. “Will he forgive the mistake, now that I have dealt with them all?”
Her companion shrugged. “Who can predict his reaction? He will decide if more is needed, but this should make the cost bearable.”
Vesic sighed deeply, and looked at the small pile of rubble. “The cost has already been unbearable.”
The other woman took Vesic in her arms, only breaking contact when the sirens began to get closer.
“Come, mein liebling”, said Hälm, “It is time to finally go home.”