It's never been difficult for John to turn off his emotions when it comes to situations like this, because it's necessary. It's what he has to do. He hasn't been called to help solely because he's a friend, but because he's a killer and that is the man Laurent needs now. He considers Laurent a friend and is here on this rooftop with one of his best sniper rifles because he trusts the young man, because he's been asked, and because what John still wants to do above all else is help people.

But he can't pretend it doesn't bother him just the slightest to see that Dutch is his target. He's been assured she isn't the Dutch he knows and he's able to believe it, watching the brutality with which she assaults the other young man through his scope. That doesn't make it easy to have a rifle trained on someone he's met and whose company he'd quite liked.

Still he waits. He waits until he sees that look toward the window, that subtle indication now is the time for him to do what needs to be done and John breathes out slowly, watching her move through his scope, judging the distance and the speed with which she's moving, then he shoots.

The rifle is nearly silent, but the bullet shatters the window before it's buried in her kneecap, and John keeps to the scope, waiting to see if it takes her down. Waiting to see what Laurent might want of him next.