Firearms truly were remarkable, yet Laurent could not wholly place the miracle at their feet. It took skill to aim an arrow with such precision - Laurent could only just imagine how steady must be one's aim to fire such a small projectile with this sort of accuracy. He blinked, impassive as the first bullet struck her leg, and observed with a small twitch of satisfaction as the second pierced her skull.

It was grim, but she had worked very hard to deserve it. Laurent pulled out his mobile and called John. 'The threat is quite neutralized,' he said without preamble. 'You have my gratitude, your aim is remarkable.' Laurent's gaze drifted to the body at Damen's feet. 'I wonder if I might further trouble you - I don't know what one does with a body here.'