[jaguar]

This time it was right. This time it would work. This time there would be no witnesses.

Sergeant Rex Havoc felt himself flinch as he pried the top from the container. It opened with little resistance...and without the familiar hissing sound or the smell of soapy almonds that he'd been trained to dread. For a moment he dared not peek inside -- how could it be this way? Something had to be wrong; it had to be a trick. To have come this far, to have risked so much...for it all to end like this? It must be...

He shook his head. Get a grip, said a voice from somewhere inside the steel trap that was his killer's mind. Don't question it. Get what you came here for and get out before anybody sees you. But as he reached inside, he heard footsteps approaching...