The infiltrator smiled at the documents revealing. “Thats a good dog.” She said, making sure to get one last insult in. She remembered him begging not to kill him once the exhilaration of obtaining the documents wore off. She almost let him go, but she changed her mind when the train began to pull into the station. “Sorry boy, looks like I can’t help you, don’t want you to blow my cover just yet.”
The infiltrator took her knife and slashed his throat before he could realize what was about to happen. The blood stained his clothes and the floor as it rushed out of the gaping wound. He sat there holding his neck as he attempted to yell, but the blood and cut vocal cords stopped him from making more than a gurgled yelp as he quickly bled out. She wiped her blade clean and returned it to it’s hiding spot.
Stuffing the documents into the waistband of her pants, she covered them up with her shirt and exited the cabin. The soldiers turned the corner just as she had finished closing door. Standing there her hands stained with the blood of three dead people she quickly fell to her knees and put on the waterworks, she screamed out in Unonian her accent trained to that of a human born in the Vekaiyu. “The murderer he escaped! How could he have done this?” she cried out.