She froze as a metal object pressed against the hollow of her skull.
"Get up," the man said.
"I have to finish this."
"What? Murdering those men?"
She didn't answer. Leaning into the scope, a bead of sweat trickled down her neck while she sighted for the tell tale sign of body heat.
"Just let me get this done then we'll do our thing, okay?"
"Pull that trigger and I'll do the same."
"Fine. But I really don't think you want to."
"Because if you wanted to kill me, I'd already be dead." A gamble, but in her position, risk was all she had. She heard the imperceptible sigh. The corner of her mouth curled in victory. With the trigger stiff under her finger, she kept her mind trained on the target and waited for a clear shot. It was the remaining slaver's impatience that did him in for while searching for his attacker, he was met neatly between the eyes by her bullet.
"Happy now?" he asked.
"What do you think?"
A soldier wanted for killing her partner thinks she's just out testing her protégés talents but the solid sensation of a gun to the back of her head tells her otherwise. Now in the hands of an old comrade, as she learns of another unexpected arrest, will she sacrifice everything--love, friendship, and even her own life--to save her innocent sister?
I hope not. I hope she throws her sister to the wolves. Innocent sisters are vastly overrated.
Aside from the obvious problems you've got cliches (If you wanted to kill me I'd be dead already) leaping over impossibilities (hearing something that is imperceptible).
The obvious problem of course is that you've got no specifics, no focal point.
And really saving the sister is so miserable and overused. What if her sister is Miss Snark? You'd drown her in a malmsey bucket and laugh while you did it.
Look past usual for something I haven't seen a thousand times this week.