"Kate! What the hell are you doing!?" "Ending your little rebellion." Scattered around the room were the bodies of Zaytsev's command staff, a single bullet hole in each of their heads. "Time for you to join your friends." ... Kate stood there, finger on the trigger, gun in the Colonel's face. Yet, for some reason, she wavered. Gave him a bit too long to process what she said. Before she could squeeze off the final round into Zaytsev's face, she saw a blur off motion, milliseconds prior to the fist striking her face. Cursing, she stumbled back, the last round in her M6 shooting off to the side.