It was a waste of time… and tears. That was all. Gail hadn’t died, hadn’t gotten hurt- physically, that is- it was just a waste. But such a shameful one.

“It’s in their nature, Gail,” Hattie had once said. “Men will be men. There is nothing you can do about it.”

Wanna bet?

It was storming. Good; the thunder would cover up the noise. A slow grin spread across Gail’s face as she applied her makeup perfectly.

“Blood red. What do you think, Lance, darling?” She murmured to herself.

With one last glance in the mirror, she left the apartment, whistling innocently.

Gail threw her weapon of choice into the trunk nonchalantly, and went off to kill a man. After all, all is fair in love and war…