Capitalizing on the anonymity of her new disguise (just play along), and having procured an advanced new acid gun, Dollianna assumed an excellent firing position within range of the Whitby Cake And Tea Co.
Making adjustments for the slight breeze and studying the target to plan her timing, she began to wonder if Miss Psaltery may inadvertently be included in the liquidation.
“Why should this bother me? There are indirect consequences of nearly all worthwhile activities. Yet, I am bothered…” To her horror she then wondered if she could go through with this at all; if she could bring anyone to their doom.
It was then that she noticed a potential witness, experiencing relief to find an excuse to abandon the internal argument about will and resolve.
Dollianna felt quite at odds as she casually slid the nasty weapon away from view.
“What on earth is happening to me?…”
She was silent as she slid away into the night to ponder and puzzle.