A silent bill of beautiful bullets take prearranged precedence again, amid the silver-shell-shocking worth of a Colt Crucifier, Oh my – guided and courageously guised by her paranoid eye for vengeful misbehaviour. And, then, it shall glide itself immediately right by one enemy’s sensational asphyxiation – namely when his tiredness and tethered body of bruised bone cannot no-more contend with the estranged nature of her opposing emotion anymore: murderously stealth-worthy and wanting to wreak unnatural havoc this time… she will persuade herself to conscientiously separate the haves from the knot and gleefully watch …their about-to-be boneless bodies bounce to the ground… and break —— shatter and shake