Visibility is still atrocious, but with the help of the hi-tech scope, Goldy sights the enemy group as they cross towards the ruined fountain. Digital read-outs show an erratically gusting crosswind effect. They also confirm the expected Protokol shielding each of the sorceresses have in place. This is not going to be easy.

That's the way Goldy likes it. By now, a quick-release two milligram Diazepam tablet has gotten her shivering under control, and well-disciplined willpower is keeping her breathing slow and steady. She deliberates over the six sorceresses—which witch is which?—searching for the one with the highest rank. Unfortunately, the uniforms don't seem to carry any discernible insignia, so she randomly picks the tall woman positioned on the left flank.

They draw closer and split around the once beautiful centerpeice, now more rubble than ornamentation. Goldy lets them come, lets them get clear of the potential cover. Then, once they're exposed again, she prepares to expend the first of her six Protokol Piercing Rounds.

Within the pale red imaging of the scope view, three concentric circles align themselves on the target's head.

Goldy exhales slowly ...and squeezes the trigger.