It was for the ring

Murders

It was for the ring right?

"Git her."
The man standing a foot above hin turned the gun in his palm. Sweat gleaming in the cloud-covered sky. He gestured to the fairly new worker within the group. Yet, they were trusted with killing one of their worst enemies. Hesitant the new worker took the gun and with clenched teeth and shot.
It rang throughout the air. Throughout the silent woods.
The once lively body filled with terror had fallen silent. Laying limp now dead. Sadly they'll never get to tell 'the group' they were getting McDonalds to share.
The newcomers breath, agent 034, took a breath as it bellowed in winters cold air. His hand hot but cold, deathly guilty of a murder went limp and the gun dropped from his grip, beside the body on which he stood next to. Kneeling down he examined the cold body and sniffed the air. As a sudden coughing fit came on he shakily got up and called for the rest of 'the group' to hurry over and take care of the scene.

It was all for the ring right.
The one with the diamond encrusted shell.
Rose gold body which glimmered so softly.

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