QUEEN CONTINUED TO advance until she was no further than a foot from Michael. At this distance, she was reasonably confident she couldn’t possibly miss. She put her dominant right foot forward, bent her knees slightly to absorb the recoil, lowered the rifle and fired.
‘That’s for Lily,’ she said.
They all heard the first shot. ‘Go, go, go!’
Donna Phillips led the rest of her team towards the building where they heard the first shot rang out.
Michael screamed the scream of the dying.
She had fired into his right foot’s metatarsal. The bullet, a full metal jacket, was so powerful it shattered the whole foot and the bullet embedded into the concrete floor. On the ground, crippled, Michael writhed in pain.
Queen advanced towards him, pointed the rifle at his right kneecap and fired. The
