The Price of Freedom

Guillaume ordered the squad to stay back while he scouted ahead. Moving further into enemy territory, he spotted a familiar face.

“Sergeant Roksana, report!” As she turned to face him, he could see the relief in her eyes.

“Captain! The traitors have broken through the barricade. We can’t see through the smoke, but we’re expecting heavy resistance. We have a kill squad at the ready, sir.” As Roksana turned her back to him, he took out his revolver and aimed it at the back of her head. She never saw the bullet coming. Or the executioner disguised as a friend.